Getting her frustrations out on her salad helped Violet a little but Noah could tell she was still upset. Both at the jealousy of one of her only female friends and her wayward brother.
He wasn't always sure what to say at times like this but, for some reason, she always seemed comforted even when he fumbled his words. He supposed it was the thought that counted.
To make her feel better, Noah ordered some grilled pineapple for dessert. Recently, it was a trend for restaurants to offer healthier dessert options. Grilled fruit wasn't against the rules in the same way traditional desserts were, which made it one of Violet's favorites.
She smiled at him gratefully when he ordered it after they finished their entrées. "You read my mind. I really needed a treat today."
"It's my duty as your best friend," he said in a mock-serious voice, making her laugh.
