"Noah, are you…tired?" Belen can't believe Noah groans like an old man while getting off the private jet.
"A little…" Noah weakly replies, going down the stairs. His expression wasn't as haggard but rather a bit pale.
"It's good we didn't bring luggage other than a backpack but still." She returns to wrap her arm around his "it's strange to hear you groaning like an old man. You're still young!" she taps his chest.
Noah giggles, "I am 30 years old." He teasingly bops her nose with his, "I haven't been working out a lot lately, so maybe that's why. But on the contrary, you're fine?" his brows twist.
Belen waves her hands to the sky, "mmhmm!" She happily nods, "of course! Why wouldn't I?" she surprisingly gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before running off.
