#Chapter 278: The Gift-Giving Type

Hannah “Noah, look at this.” I climbed into the passenger seat and pulled the ticket out of my pocket. Noah’s eyes widened as he took it, studying the details. “Where did you get this?” he asked. “I swiped it off of Doctor Patel’s desk,” I said, admittedly a little proud of myself. Noah dropped the hand holding the ticket to his leg. “Hannah, you didn’t… Tell me you didn’t steal from our doctor?” “What?” I asked, splaying my hands wide. “I couldn’t help myself. I mean, why did your father buy a plane ticket to the tropics for the family doctor? Who, might I add, was in said tropics for, like, three months straight last year.” Noah was silent for several long moments. His green eyes flicked to the ticket, then to me, then to the ticket once more. I couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or impressed that I had noticed that little detail. He couldn’t seem to decide, either. Finally, he said, “It looks like it was purchased around Christmas time.