“Good night.” He stands in the open doorway, watching me.
I walk to my room at the far end of the hall, the one whoever is working the overnight stays in. Opening the door, I glance over my shoulder and see him still staring at me.
“I have this sudden urge to listen to ‘Mandy’ by Barry Manilow now,” he says.
I shake my head. “Rumor is that song is about a dog.”
“Really? Well, that’s disappointing. See you next time I’m up north.”
I wave. “Bye, Noah.”
I hurry into my room and shut the door before falling on the bed. Did that actually happen? I’m not in some weird movie where this was all a dream, right?
I pull out a hair on my forearm. Ouch. Okay, Noah is very real. Even if he does seem like my dream man.