Noah went through his usual fight-day rituals Friday. He skipped his morning run, had a hearty breakfast, drank tons of water throughout the day. Since the gym would be a mess with the all-day radio broadcasting as it had been last week, he stayed home for the day.
He never really got nervous before a fight, and he wasn't at all worried about tonight's fight. Jack and Abel never liked overconfidence, but Gio seemed to be with Noah on this. He was just as confident that Noah had this. With all the radio broadcasting going on at the gym, his friends wouldn't be spending all day there either. They were both stopping by Noah's around lunch time, which meant Noah would have to triple the pasta he was planning on having for lunch. He'd just finished preparing it when they arrived.
"Smells good," Gio said as he made himself comfortable at the table.