“Why do you always look like you’re about to cry?” My head whips over to look at Noah, who’s studying me intently. I’m not sure how long he’s been staring at me while I thought about hugs. “I’m not crying. And I thought you said you wouldn’t make fun of me if I did?” “I won’t. But you gotta give a guy some warning.” He stands on his skates and starts making his way onto the ice. “I wasn’t crying!” I yell after him. He ignores me.
