It was time for a change, Charlotte had already decided. Even if she never saw this guy again, at least she would be able to say that she had stepped outside of her comfort zone and took a chance. Things were going well so far and despite having coffee spilled on her feet, and shattering the screen of her cell phone, the day was looking up. The dark-haired girl couldn't help but grin in surprise when Noah agreed to walk with her. She was slightly proud of herself for taking the first step too.

Shaking his hand when it was offered, Charlotte noticed the callouses on his palms. The roughness was oddly pleasant, a sharp contrast to her own skin, but she didn't linger long. “I don't feel bad about it,” she assured him, following along at his side. “I'm Charlotte.” 

She didn't know how long it would take to walk to the restaurant, but the brown-eyed girl secretly hoped it would be a little bit. Noah was interesting, probably the most excitement she would get all month, and she wanted to take advantage of that. It wasn't often that she got to meet people like him, and she was starting to rethink her aversion to the city. At the same time, Charlotte was sure that he would find her plain and boring, more than likely used to people who were adventurous, full of life and ready for anything at any time. That just wasn't who she was; always more likely to plan a trip rather than simply get in the car and go.

As they walked along through the crowding streets, Charlotte turned to glance up at him, squinting slightly as the sun was in her eyes. “What do you do?” she asked, genuinely curious. Judging from the state of his hands, she thought he did some kind of manual labor, or maybe played the guitar.