Noah nodded his head to her selection. He had both, though he wasn’t a frequent wine drinker. The man had always preferred his beer over liquor or wine. He moved toward the cabinet, grabbing a wine glass, knowing Maggie had made sure he had the appropriate glassware over the years. Pouring her a glass of white wine, he grabbed himself a beer from the fridge and moved toward her and the pizza. “Good,” he smiled, happy that he was able to remember her favorite from all those years ago. Noah knew their lives had changed and he took a gamble thinking that her favorite pizza hadn’t, but it had paid off in the end. He met her gaze, smiling at her. “She is good,” he told Avery to answer her question, “I’m sure she knows you are busy,” he paused, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips as he picked up on what she was saying, “distracted, huh?” Noah swallowed hard, his stomach flipping at the thought. “I hope that’s a good distraction.” He moved closer to her, setting his beer on the table.
Avery dipped her head in wordless thanks as she picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. It was impossible for anything but butterflies to fill her stomach when he smiled at her, even after all this time. And the butterflies turned into blushing ever so slightly as Noah kept talking. The vet nodded, trying to focus her attention on the glass in her hand as he moved closer. All she really wanted to do was reach out for him but it was hardly the appropriate moment for that. Restraint. Avery had always been good at practicing it. But Noah made it more difficult than almost any other situation. Taking another sip to try and steady herself before speaking, the vet nodded. “Very good. I think. I-I’m happy.” She murmured, smiling back at him. She wanted to badly to take the jump, to be them again, but standing on the ledge looking out at what could go wrong, it was daunting.