Zoe POV

I stare at him for a moment.

'James,' I say finally.

'James,' Noah confirms, and he has the self-awareness to look slightly uncomfortable about it, his jaw doing that thing where he sets it too carefully, like he's bracing for a reaction.

I don't give him one. I just take the tray.

The thing is, Noah has never in his life looked at another person and thought, I should do what they do. That level of self-aware ...