Chapter 9

Natalie

I didn't settle for Italian food. It felt cliché, so I pulled Noah to a Vietnamese restaurant. I'm happy with my choice.

It might go against my morals to let Noah pay for everything, but Dear Lord, I'm in heaven.

Noah ordered us a buffet of food, and we are now surrounded by various dishes that all taste amazing. Every bite is an orgasm of flavor inside of my mouth. I haven't stopped moaning.

"Oh-my-god!" I'm eating something called Gỏi cuốn, and it's love at first bite. I talk with food in my mouth, not caring that I have rice on my chin. "This is so good..."

Noah told me that the Vietnamese have this thing where they value balance in their tastes. Everything should add something different to the table, and boy, I will follow that like a new religion.

"I'm glad you're happy."

I watch Noah as he eats with his chopsticks. His face remains calm, focused as he picks food, and every movement is fluid. It looks like he is drawing or creating art while bringing the food to his mout