Chapter 197 Stand By Your Man

• A couple days after the press conference, I waited for Noah at Miranda’s Brew for lunch. I nibbled on a turkey sandwich while my coffee cooled. Soon, I spotted Noah at the counter as he paid for his coffee and salad.
• After Noah finished at the counter, I waved him down. I smiled broadly as he brought his food and briefcase over to the small table at which I sat. He returned the smile timidly.
• “Good afternoon, Noah,” I said as he sat down.