The closet door creaked open again, and Noel stepped out, pulling down the hem of a soft sweater.
His hair was still a little messy from lying around earlier, but he'd run his fingers through it enough to look like he tried. A little. Maybe.
Luca looked up from where he was adjusting his sleeves. His eyes paused for a second too long.
"Look at you," he said with a lopsided grin, "actually dressing like we're going on a date."
Noel's eyes flicked to him, unimpressed. "It's a sweater."
Luca leaned back against the edge of his bed, arms folded. "It's the way you wore it. Intentional."
"You're annoying," Noel muttered, heading for his shoes.
"Well," Luca said, reaching down for his cologne, "you're still here."
Noel ignored him, pulling on his sneakers. "Do we have to sit side by side? I'm fine a row behind you."
Luca laughed. "You're not getting out of this, Noel. I even picked aisle seats. You like those, right?"
