As Aiden packed up his things, he turned to Noah with his ever-present grin. "Wanna eat?"
Noah blinked, caught off guard. "Eat? Dude, you've been snacking non-stop since morning. You had like, what, five meals already?"
Aiden shrugged, completely unfazed. "It's called a balanced diet. Five meals is just the warm-up. Gotta keep my brain fueled. I mean, come on, we had exams. That's serious work." He rubbed his stomach dramatically. "Besides, I'm starving now."
Noah shook his head, half-laughing, but also not at all surprised. "Sure, why not? Let's go eat. Though I'm not sure you're 'starving'."
"Don't focus on the details" Aiden said, patting Noah on the back as they walked toward the gate. Then, suddenly remembering something, Aiden's eyes lit up. "Oh, by the way, you remember what I told you about my dad and that deputy manager job at An's Gourmet?"
Noah nodded. "Yeah, I was gonna ask about that. What did your dad say?"