[Elena's POV]

"You're jealous," I said. "Of a milkshake."

"I'm not jealous of a milkshake." Noah's hand dropped from my shoulder. He straightened his cuff. "I'm pointing out that you wasted a first experience on someone who didn't deserve it."

"That's jealousy."

"That's an observation."

I looked at him for a moment. "Noah. It was a dairy product."

Something shifted in his jaw. Not quite a smile, but close. "We're fixing it," he said, and steered me back toward the corridor exit.

Mr. Jackson was ...