"Just a couple blocks down the street, actually..." He motioned with his head as he continued to walk. What exactly he was doing with this girl, he really didn't know. It all happened so quickly, and while Noah wasn't the world's biggest believer in fate, he was beginning to wonder why Charlotte had quite literally run into him in the first place. He didn't want to leave her, that much he knew. And the way she was so quickly and easily willing to forego her original plans to spend time with him? Whatever they were doing, he was happy to be with her, and to learn more about her, as crazy as it might seem to anyone else. 

A slight smirk pulled up his expression as they walked and she questioned him about being weird. "Well you're trusting a big tattooed guy who you just ran into this morning to take you to breakfast. I mean...that's a [i]little[/i] weird, isn't it? Like I said, I'm not complaining. I like weird. I'm pretty weird, too. I'm trusting the pretty girl who's way out of my league and just ditched her friends to not be pulling my leg." His brows raised, and that grin didn't fade away for a moment. Noah often used a sarcastic sense of humor just to get by. Serious situations were far too frequent. If you didn't laugh sometimes, what was the point? 

Heading down the road toward The Friendly Toast, Noah couldn't help but glance over to Charlotte every now and then, still trying to figure it all out. "Where you from, then? I mean...you needed directions, and you don't exactly look like you live downtown. I uh..I don't mean that in a bad way, I just.." He trailed off, shaking his head a bit with a slight laugh. "Sorry, I'm not the greatest when it comes to wording things. Just...where ya from?"