Noelle's [POV]
"Well, now that outfit is a little less conspicuous."
Gabi looks up as I come back through the door into the bar. I have on a pair of Izzy's jeans, an off-white fisherman's sweater, and hot pink fuzzy socks.
Nash looks down at my feet as I walk over.
"Her shoes are too little for me," I say as I slide onto the barstool next to him. "At least these are warmer than my flip-flops."
"We have a general store here. They sell everything from boots to bird food. We'll get you fixed up when they open tomorrow," he says and then looks up at me. "I mean if you end up staying tonight."
I smile at him as Gabi walks over to us. "I bet the bride could use a large glass of liquor. What's your drink?"
"Vodka soda," I say, exhaling slowly. "Please."
"Not. That's a stupid drink."
"Gabi! Be nice. Give her what she wants," Nash says.
"Nope. Noelle, have you ever tried a Madras? Izzy and I drank those on our honeymoon."
"She's not on her honeymoon, Gabi"
