“I’m friends with you, too,” Noah insisted.

Again, a tinge of blush crossed Laura’s face. “N-Noah, this is Aria. She’s Mr. H-Harvey’s daughter. She didn’t live in his basement,” she added hastily. “She lived off in the city.”

I gave her a strange look, shaking it off with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Noah.”

“Same,” Noah said. “Hey, lemme ask you something, Aria. You got any interest in basketball?”

Basketball? It was a bit of a left-field question, but maybe ...