"Yes, Mr Noah? What did you want to talk to me about?" Dove asked standing In front of him. And now that they were here, Noah felt his throat go dry. "It is actually about…" Suddenly, he couldn't find right words, and his closed and opened his mouth like a goldfish.
Dove nodded her head, and waited for him to speak, but even after some thirty or so seconds passed, but he was still hesitating.
Dove pressed her lips feeling a little impatient and said, "Mr Noah,-" But before she could say anything, Noah cut into her words and taking a deep breath said, "Dove, I don't know how to say it, but," Dove frowned and after a few seconds said, "Mr Noah, either you decide first, if you want to say it now or not. And if you don't want to, please let's talk another time. I have to go home to, and I am already late."
And just when she turned, Noah blurted out, "Dove, can we be like before?"
