Noah just smiled warmly, feeling a profound sense of gratification washing over his chest.
Listening to her passionate defense, he genuinely wondered if he must have saved the entire world in his past life to deserve a fiercely loyal friend like Naya in this current one. He really loved her a lot.
Naya and Sarah then worked together to skillfully guide Noah's wheelchair over to their reserved table, where Mary was already sitting and waiting for them.
They helped Noah settle into his spot comfortably. Once he was fully settled down, Noah turned his attention across the table, noticing that Mary had not spoken a single word to greet him.
Instead, she was staring resolutely down at the surface of the table, as if there were something incredibly fascinating written on the plain wooden table.
Noah's brow furrowed slightly in confusion.
