At least the two hours flew by with Noah's rambling. He talked to me about everything from pro baseball, to who will play well enough to pick dinner for tonight. I mostly sat, listened, nodded or shook my head, and spared a few words if needed. Noah could honestly carry a conversation by himself without any difficulty.
We pulled up to a quaint high school up in the mountains, surrounded by a forest. As it was May, the trees had started to grow some green leaves again, making me feel refreshed with the clean air.
