"So, what are your plans from now on?" Noah asked, as he scooped a spoonful of ice-cream an brough it to his mouth.
Al was eating her own, in silence, thinking about her future. Despite trying to ignore the storm inside her mind and relax, the thoughts wouldn't leave her alone. And almost as if shoving all of them away, Noah's voice pulled her back to reality, "Huh? Did you talk to me?" she asked, not understanding a single word of what he'd said.
"Yeah, I'm asking what are your plans from now on," he repeated himself, gazing her.
"Actually...I don't really know.Ineed to take care of this place but... I was not ready to move yet, and the old man was still arranging a place for me so—"
"Wait," Noah interrupted her, "What happened to your house? Didn't you live with your sister?" he asked, surprised.