"What's wrong?" Noah asked, and I snapped out of my thoughts, looked up at him, and found him staring.
He had his nose mask hanging on one of his ears, blocking the rest of the people in the restaurant from seeing the full side view of his face.
He also wore his face cap, just in case.
"You're playing with the food," Noah pointed out and I looked at my plate.
I decided to have pasta and got Noah steak, and yet, he was almost done, but I was still stabbing my fork into my pasta and selecting out the diced proteins.
"Is something bothering you?" He asked once more and I sighed.
I was the one who said we should come out for dinner and yet I was letting other thoughts ruin the moment.
"I'm sorry," I apologized.
"Is the food not to your liking?" He asked and I smiled awkwardly.
Look at him being so caring and attentive.
"I haven't even taken a bite of it yet." I said and laughed nervously. "But I'm sure it's good."
"Then, do you not feel well?"
