“I’m not sure,” he replied, and took another good look at the selection being offered.
“Hey, Melissa. How’s it going?” It was her friend from accounts. “You coming? I’ll wait for you.”
“Sure,” she told her friend. “I’d—uh—I’d better go,” she said to Noah, reluctantly.
Noah stepped away. “Me too.” He held onto his cup. “It was good to see you.” He paused as though he didn’t want to leave.
“Good to see you too,” she said, not wanting him to go. “Have a good day.”
“You have a good day, too.”
She joined her friend and looked back at Noah as he walked past the window. Disappointment already dragging her day down.