Noah schools his expression so he doesn't grin at Freddie's defensiveness, and pulls his hand away to clasp the other behind his back. "Just making sure," he says. "She seems to like you, she isn't even trying to get away."

Not that that's a sign of dislike, usually, but it's nice how she's letting Freddie hold her.

"A gift card?" he says and rolls his eyes, reaching over to tug playfully at the hem of Freddie's shirt. "You can't be serious. I think you mean more to me than a gift card."