Aly had been adamant that they get it over with. Noah argued that it was dangerous, but the fact that nighttime was terrible for photographs and she might have to face Greg if she went home to retrieve the camera were the end of it. He walked her to the main part of the diner, leaving her in a booth to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. The diner was dark except for the backlights. Someone had shut the front row off while he was outside, most likely hoping to conserve the wires from the brunt of the flickering. While he debated whether she’d be comfortable in the booths or to sneak her into his room, his best guess was that it would be a lot more difficult to explain a platonic pass-out if his parents decided to give a damn enough to check in. Despite feeling completely guilty, her exhaustion made her more than comfortable where she was, nearly asleep when he peaked through the round windows. He intended to stay downstairs, at her side. Noah had positive, or at least neutral, memories of Yazzie’s before they had reopened.
