Violet knew something was wrong with her friend when he said it wasn't a big deal. Noah only ever said that when something truly was a big deal. Usually, he ended up spilling what it was eventually after some coaxing but he kept his mouth firmly shut this time.
How horrible could it be that Noah couldn't tell her? Was he dying or something?
His tension carried over throughout the rest of the time they hung out. It was affecting his game; he was normally a lot better than this but he kept losing at everything he played. That was an obvious sign of distraction.
She stood on tiptoe and leaned close to his face to see if she could decipher his expression better. He was so startled he stumbled backwards.
"What are you doing?" Noah stammered.
"Trying to read your mind."
He rolled his eyes at her, seeming more like his normal self. "Everybody knows mind-reading doesn't actually work, Vi."
