It was clear that Noah wasn't going to let her pay him back right then, and Charlotte didn't know how she felt about that. She knew that it wasn't a huge loss, a cup of coffee wasn't going to break the bank, but the dark-haired girl had principles and manners, and she wanted to make their meeting up to him somehow. It didn't help that he insisted on paying for her, and she already felt spoiled enough in comparison to him. He clearly worked hard, and she...spent her summers having brunch and going to the beach. On those grounds alone, he should have accepted her money.

“You can hold doors for me,” she grinned back, replacing her wallet in her bag as she was left with the lingering feel of his hand on hers for the second time that day. “But I'm going to pay you back somehow, bet on it.” Only, she wasn't sure how just yet. 

As they waited for their drinks, Charlotte quickly excused herself to the bathroom to try and clean up her feet and shoes. Thankfully, it was early in the day and the public restroom was fairly clean. The spilled coffee came off her skin easily, and a few passes with a wet paper towel over her sandals had them looking fairly decent again. She hardly thought anyone would be looking at her feet and judging her. She spent a little extra time in the bathroom, fixing her hair and touching up her light make up quickly before returning to Noah at the counter.

Charlotte took a sip of her smoothie after it was given to her by the woman behind the counter, and savored the fresh, strawberry flavor. “Thanks for this, by the way,” she said, kind of bummed that she was still on her way to brunch. “You're pretty nice for someone who had their morning coffee dumped on the sidewalk.”