The walk to the store was fast. It didn't even take more than ten minutes.
I let Jace choose the flavors.
I trust his judgment. He knows what I want more than I would know what I wanted.
While he browsed the noodles section, I sat in the corner.
The only other person with us there was the cashier. He yawned several times.
On his upper left side was a wide flat screen showing the news.
A gentle voice whispered to me that I should look away. However, since I was stubborn, I didn't listen.
Hence, from the reporter telling us about a rescued dog, a crime scene flashed on the screen next.
I didn't listen to what was being said. My heart was thumping hard and fast against my chest.
My nerves were ready to jump at the scene. Curling my hands into fists, Jace came back a minute later in time to provide distraction.
He placed the bowl of noodles in front of me.
