"Ah yeah...ten dollar Bloody Mary's." For the first time since losing his precious coffee, Noah cracked a grin. He'd never been to the restaurant in question, even though he made it a point to try out as many new places as possible. It was rare for Noah to find a food he didn't like - but, being able to always afford it was a different story. Ten dollars could buy a lot for him...and it would be a lot more filling than a tomato juice cocktail. 

Noah glanced down at her feet again, the warm sun of the morning already drying the spilled coffee all around them, but in the two minutes of knowing this girl, he had a feeling she couldn't wait to get whatever coffee stain was leaving it's mark off those sandals. He knew it wasn't his place to judge her - he didn't know a thing about her, and at the same time, knew everything just by looking at her. She wouldn't have given him the time of day if not for feeling guilty for disrupting his morning. And that was okay, he didn't expect her to, and she would have been just as invisible to him among the busy city sidewalks. And yet here they were, two people who realistically had no right or reason to be conversing, discussing the importance of expensive morning beverages. 

"It's uh...actually a few blocks away. Up by MIT, down in Cambridge. Y'know, you might be better off takin' a cab or the subway...you look like you're in a hurry and it'll take awhile to walk there from here. The Red Line subway can take ya right there." He offered with a slight shrug. Part of him, although he wasn't sure why, felt concerned for her...maybe because she looked so out of place, and now, there was a pretty good chance her phone wasn't going to hold out for long. The least he could do was get her going in the right direction. Suddenly, that hint of a smirk returned. 

"But why do I have a feeling you ain't that familiar with the subway?"