Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
30 November 2024
Dear Diary,
We spent the day visiting one of the Christmas markets on the South Bank. It was cold, but we wrapped up properly and had a lovely day out. Noah likes the hot apple cider but I went for a hot chocolate, and we wandered around looking at all the stalls and Christmassy knick-knacks together. There was a small stall with beautiful handmade pieces, jewelled rings and carefully carved pendants, which I stood poring over.
‘Do you want something?’ Noah asked.
I whipped my hand back, ashamed for wasting the stallholder’s time. ‘No, no. Just looking,’ I laughed. ‘Pretty though, aren’t they?’ I said, peering at one of the rings. It had little birds carved into the gold band, a sparkly stone of some sort set in the middle.
‘Yes, unique,’ he agreed, taking a glance over my shoulder.
‘Come on, let’s go ice-skating,’ I suggested, pulling him along.
I was awful. Like Bambi on ice, all the gear and no idea. I ended up clinging on to the railing most of the way around. Noah was better– but not by much.
‘Not a skater boy back in the day then?’ I asked.
‘You can talk! Trash talk from the sidelines. How about letting go of the railing?’ he teased back.
I watched him stiffly drive himself forward, legs straight and body tense. We were both terrible, but at least neither of us fell!
Claire