In a way, Charlotte could easily guess what Noah would have pegged her for. She knew what she looked like, and where she came from, and if anything she was destined to become a housewife like her mother. The dark-haired girl wanted more than that, though, and she never had been particularly gifted when it came to maintaining a home or taking care of children. There was just something fascinating in the way the minds of consumers worked, and Charlotte had always been curious about why some products were popular and others weren't. She didn't bother explaining any of that to Noah, and she figured he wasn't interested to begin with. There was still a part of her that thought he was just being polite to her.

Instead, she listened as he talked of his current job, the family auto shop and what he would rather be doing. He looked like an artsy individual and Charlotte didn't see any reason that he couldn't have gone to school and made his dream of designing buildings a reality. “Sounds like their loss then,” she said, rocking back on her heels as she waited with him at the crosswalk and continued to sip her drink. “I hope you get to do what you really want one day.”

They continued to walk, crossing the street and Charlotte walked by Noah's side until they were outside of the restaurant. She looked over at the window, barely able to pick out her friends toward the back of the place and she was sure they hadn't seen her yet. It would be rude to ditch them, wouldn't it? She smiled up at Noah, thankful that he had been so kind to her. “Thanks for walking me,” she said, tossing her free hand up in a lazy wave goodbye. “Have a good day, alright?” She turned then, walking toward the door before something made her pause mid-step. She really didn't want to go yet and Noah was someone she really wanted to know.

“I'm more of a mimosa person,” she announced, turning back to him with a slight grin. “Do you want to hang out, or something? Is that a weird thing to ask?” She hoped not.