ILIANA’S POV
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Not one single thing on the menu of the little food cart looks good enough to eat, every simple food is latched to a memory with Nolan, and the hunger I felt in the room has suddenly vanished into thin air. I wish Nolan could disappear like that. I offer a small smile, “I’ll come back later,” I excuse myself and the annoyed look on the woman’s face behind the cart sends a cold shiver down my spine. I deserve that look for taking up valuable minutes of her time, ones that could have been wasted on an actual paying customer.
I turn to face Nolan, again, and this time his face says everything besides ‘forgive me’. His drawn eyebrows, the lines between them, his snarled lip, scrunched nose— it all screams ‘What the hell are you doing with that man?’
To my surprise, I don’t
