We got to a decent restaurant and I ordered a full table. It felt like all I'd been eating for a month was take-outs and no proper meals. Well, that's because I have been eating nothing but takeout after all.
Ahem. I watched Noah as he ate. He pulled down his nose mask below his chin and started using his cutleries like a dignified person. Should I say it was muscle memory that pushed him to do so?
We did know he was an Alpha of a pack, but you never know, he could've been a poor Alpha, leading a poor pack.
Still, from everything that has happened, I'm certain he was no poor Alpha, and watching him eat with a fork and knife proved it.
Now, I looked like the country bumpkin. But I wouldn't be best so easily so I started using the fork and knife as well.
First, I ordered steak and after we had eaten that expensive yet miniscule stake, I ordered again. I was far from being satisfied, and I was certain Noah felt the same way, but he wouldn't speak up.
