It seemed silly, but Charlotte had never hung out with a mechanic before. Normally whenever something was wrong with her car, she just dropped it off at the dealer, or let her dad do it for her. She supposed that she was spoiled in that sense, hardly ever had to do anything for herself. Suddenly, she felt a little embarrassed by her upbringing and going to have ten dollar cocktails in the middle of the day while other people were at work. Never before had the dark-haired young woman realize how privileged she was. She didn't even want to tell Noah that she was unemployed, he would probably think less of her for it—not that she thought his opinion was very high of her anyway. After all, she had already spilled his coffee and got lost practically in her own backyard.

“No, go ahead,” she agreed, following toward the coffee shop. Entering behind him, Charlotte had a real chance to read the back of his t-shirt, and she found herself smiling at the clever design. “You don't like your job?” she asked, taking in the alluring scent of fresh coffee. It was much more appealing than what had been splashed all over her feet, although her sandals had already dried and the sensation wasn't as uncomfortable anymore.

When asked about her own life, Charlotte shrugged, a little awkward as she fidgeted with her hair again. “I go to school,” she told him, “for sociology. I took a year off after high school, so I'm almost done with college now, but I worked at the marina by my house for four years.” She had a decent amount of money saved up, enough to be out on her own, living with a room mate and able to afford the essentials. Of course, her parents still helped her every now and then, and she had a partial scholarship along with a few grants for school. Her contribution to society had been miniscule so far, but at least she [i]had[/i] worked at one point. Noah's smirk really was infectious, and the more she saw of it, the less she actually wanted to go to brunch. If he didn't think she was entirely stuck up and spoiled by now, Charlotte hoped he would stick around around for a bit.

She was a little surprised that he was offering to buy her something when she had already made him waste money. “I got it,” Charlotte insisted, really wanting to make it up to him. “And I'm more of a smoothie person, to be honest,” she said conversationally, getting her wallet from her purse yet again.