Noah's Pov
The next morning, Ethan was yelling on the phone in the living room about some project deadline at work. He paced, his coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug, and did not even notice Lena standing at the counter making toast. She wore one of his old shirts, and her hair stayed messy from sleep, but she smiled softly when she saw me come in. "Morning, Noah," she said quietly and slid a plate with toast toward me. "Butter or jam?"
"Butter," I said and took the plate because Ethan was still talking loudly about fonts and colors. Lena spread the butter thickly and handed it back without looking at him once.
Ethan ended the call and grabbed his keys quickly. "Meeting moved up," he said and kissed Lena’s cheek quickly. "Cancel our lunch, i have to stay late."
She nodded slowly a
