[ If Lucia is speechless, then Noé is spechless-er. That peck leaves his heart thumping wildly in his chest, even though it's just a token of gratitude—at least that's how he tries to explain it to himself. ]
Food. Order. We should.
[ Noé touches his cheek with his hand and looks straight at Lucia. ]
no subject
Food. Order. We should.
[ Noé touches his cheek with his hand and looks straight at Lucia. ]