His name is Noah

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I hanged up the phone and went to sit in the couch again.

"Sorry, it was my mom."

"No problem. So are you here to read or buy?"

"I needed to get out of the house for a while."

"Oh... How come?"

I looked up at him.

"Eh, mostly to remember what happened last night."

"....."

I felt uncomfortable.

"I have to go."

"Bye."

I remembered that I still hadn't asked for his name.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Noah."

"Bye, Noah."

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