They chatted quietly on the way there, dropping the subject right before they stepped into the noodle shop.
"One beef noodle soup and one order of pork and scallion wontons," Cecilia Adler said.
"No beef noodles. Two orders of scallion wontons," Ian Quincy corrected her.
Cecilia was baffled. "Your tastes change so quickly. Just the other day you said beef noodle soup was your favorite, and now you've already switched?"
Ian curled his finger, lightly brushing the tip of his nose with his knuckle. "Got tired of it."
Cecilia tilted her head. She had a habit of unconsciously rubbing her nose whenever she felt guilty, and her grandmother always used to tease her about it, asking if she'd done something mischievous. 'Is he feeling guilty, too?'
'What would he be guilty about?'
She decided to give him an out and didn't press the matter. "Okay, then."
.....
After finishing their wontons, Cecilia Adler and Ian Quincy started walking back.
