"You are making me nervous, Elena," Noah grumbled as I stared long and hard at him. I nodded my head.
"That's the aim," I answered. "Let's start with something easy...I know your favourite colour so...what is your favourite food?"
"Anything that my Mom cooks," Noah answered, stifling his smile. "I feel like a criminal here. What is your by the way?"
"What? My favourite food?" I inquired and he nodded his head. "My Mom's fried chicken. Its the best in the world! Good enough to kick the ass of KFC and all. I will make you try it one day. You'll die,"
"So you will take me to meet your parents, huh?" He demanded, looking pleased at the prospect.
"Of course I will," I rolled my eyes. We were sitting crossed leg, facing each other and all this was a bit funny to be honest but I really
