Hacker

Chapter Eleven

"WE'RE IN FLORIDA!" Noah shouted in his excitement, and practically rushed through the airport like a hyperactive child.

"Calm down, Ross, people are staring." I sighed.

Noah began to walk at a normal pace next to me. "Sorry, babe."

"That's it. I've decided." I said.

"Decided what?" Noah asked.

"After this mission, I'm going to kill you. And from now on, I'm going to keep a tally of the amount of times you call me by a flirtatious pet name, and that's how many times I'm going to stab you." I said.

"That's cute. She's threatening me." Noah said.

"Just zip it." I sighed.

Noah and I walked through the airport, and as we did, we passed lots of places selling several different types of food. For every one we passed, I got a little more hungry.

I turned to Noah. "Do you want something to eat?"

"Yes." Noah looked at me. "You."

"God, help me." I sighed. "I meant... Do you want to eat at one of these restaurants here?"

"Together? Are you sure you're not asking me out on a date?" Noah said.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I am clever," Noah said. "Anyways, to answer your question genuinely, I am pretty hungry. And there's a Chick-Fil-A over there. It's calling me, Anna, it's calling me."

"Alright. I purposefully brought money for extra expenses like food, so we're covered. Let's go get Chick-Fil-A." I said.

Noah and I went up to the Chick-Fil-A, and Noah ordered first. I ordered after him and paid for both our meals, but only because we only brought one source of money for the both of us. I could tell Noah wanted to say something about it, but I shushed him with a death glare.

I hadn't realized nearly how hungry I was until I ate. Noah and I practically devoured our food, and we were both done in a matter of minutes. We threw away our trash and walked back out into the airport.

"How far away are we from the address?" I asked.

Noah used Google Maps. "Uh... Not far."

"How far is not far?" I asked.

"Twenty minutes by car." Noah said.

"That's not bad." I said. "That's actually really good."

"But we don't have a car." Noah said.

"Well, we could rent one. All airports have a car rental." I said.

"Do you have the money for that?" Noah asked.

"Look, Noah, money isn't a problem." I said.

"How much did you steal from that bank?" Noah asked.

"Enough, and I would like it if you don't talk about that in public places where there's a police officer everywhere you turn." I said.

"Right. Sorry," Noah said.

Noah and I walked to the car rental place, and I took care of getting a car. I needed a fake license that said I was 18, but he bought the lie, and Noah and I had a car.