Each week, Noah was becoming a little better at this — The whole talking to cameras thing. It would likely never feel completely normal or comfortable, but at the very least, he was no longer freezing up out of fear the moment it came time to guess.
“Um... Hello,” The angel began cordially (albeit awkwardly), promptly tugging down the hood of his sweater that had been pulled up like a security blanket. Suddenly, all he planned to say went out the window. “I’m not exactly good at this guessing thing...” Trailing off, he cycled through a few names in his mind: Danica, Jacque... Drew. “I suppose things have gone well with him... —Drew, I mean. I like him,” Noah admitted with a mildly timid smile. “He’s fun. Kind, too. And ridiculously smart... I’m rambling, aren’t I?” The question didn’t need an answer for him to know to wrap it all up. “So that’s that, before I embarrass myself any further than I already have...”