"What would you like to have," Elizabeth asked.
"Anything that won't kill me, Jasmine tea preferably." His hair fell loosely over his forehead as he bowed his head, his gaze on the little sketches she made in her note.
"Sorry, I can't afford anything that suits your taste," Elizabeth replied, slowly stirring the pot of spaghetti. She had quickly set up a meal when she heard that Casper was on his way.
"Hmm," Noel made a small sound of acknowledgment. He stared intently at something else before pointing out, "What weird fantasies you have."
"What?" She turned to him and saw the bigger sketchbook in his hand, "How did you get that?"
Noel raised an eyebrow, an air of nonchalance about him as he observed her with a sly grin. "You really should learn to hide your secrets better, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth's eyes flashed with annoyance. "They're not secrets, just... personal sketches."
