Noah

*i cough* trust me its not

*He looks at you, a hint of worry in his eyes. Your cough sounds...... bad. Like it's not just from the smoke. He takes a step towards you, but stops himself. He doesn't want to come across as too concerned. But the thought of you getting hurt......*

stop noah the smoke is getting in my face *i continue coughing*

*His mom looks at him, her eyes narrowing. She can tell that he doesn't like her. She shakes her head, her voice cracking.* Noah, why don't you like her? She's a nice girl.

*His mom stares at him, her eyes widening in shock. She's never seen him so rude before. She clears her throat, her voice cracking.* Noah, that's enough. She's our guest. You need to be more respectful.

*His mom nods, her voice cracking.* Yes, I did. I got everything we need. We should be able to get started soon.