I raised the brown bag. The smell of pho broth wafted between us.
Noel's nostrils flared. Her eyes dropped to the bag. Something in her expression cracked, just for a second, like a wall developing a hairline fracture that would spread if you watched long enough.
"Is that pho."
"Two large. Extra noodles. Spring rolls."
"Get in here."
She stepped aside. I walked in.
