Her eyes light up, and she sits back in her chair, giving me a once-over. “You must be Aurora. I swear I feel like I already know you. Henry talks about you so much.” She rummages through a box of name tags and hands me one. “He put you under his last name.” Noelle chokes on whatever she’s eating, and I have to tune her out to pay attention as I’m directed to the right door.
