Hannah
As Zoe thrust the hot pink unicorn into my hands, my mouth fell open. I didn’t know what to say or do—all I could manage was to just stand there, blinking owlishly at her, and wonder whether I was imagining it or not.
“Hannah,” Noah suddenly said, nudging me with his elbow, “that was nice of Zoe, wasn’t it?”
With my tongue working uselessly in my mouth, I slowly looked up at Noah to see a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. My face instantly turned red and I looked back at Zoe, feeling utterly dumbfounded and embarrassed.
“Y-Yes,” I managed. “Thank you, Zoe. But why…?”
Zoe merely shrugged and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets. “I have to admit, I admire how you gave that toy to that kid earlier even though you were the one who won it,” she
