Right now, Alex still couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not.
Everything around him felt so real that it didn't seem like a dream. He could feel the texture of the wooden table in front of him as he slid his hands over it.
The aroma of Noelle's cooking was also so vivid that it made his mouth water.
The only reason he could stay sane was that Noelle was with him. Her presence, her voice, and the way she looked at him made his heart ache.
He didn't help her with the cooking because he wasn't in the mood. Noelle noticed this too and did everything herself. From the start, she had intended to cook something for him as a birthday treat, so this didn't bother her at all.
Half an hour later, the young lady walked towards the table, carrying a tray of food.
The young man stood up with the intention of helping her, but Noelle simply shook her head, telling him she could handle it on her own.
