“Not a damn one,” Noa admits, “It’s been awhile since I had to think up a first date activity, sweetheart.” That in and of itself felt alien, in a good kind of way. She didn’t know what to expect from it, but it felt like an important first step in the next stage of her life; an acknowledgement that she wasn’t going to be a spinster widow. Even if she and Pete never went past one date, at least she’d know it was possible for her.
Settling back down on her pillows, she pulled her blankets a little higher. “I suspect it can wait ‘til the morning at least. It’s been a long day, you should get some sleep.” Noa fluffed her pillow one last time before she adds, “‘night, Pete.”