"Huh? No, I do." Noah assured her he liked his job when she questioned, a bit confused at her intuition. Did he come across as though he hated it? Maybe he shouldn't have been so casual about it. He had never been embarrassed about it before, but a girl like her looked like she was used to men who owned stock and ran corporations, not worked on carburetors. 

When Charlotte suggested that she'd prefer a smoothie, it caused a slow grin to creep across Noah's face, and he had no idea why. A smoothie. It practically screamed innocence, fun, simplicity - the exact opposite of what he may have thought about her based on appearances. As she started to dig into her purse, though, he raised his brows, shaking his head a bit. "No way, doll.." He placed a hand on top of her own that was holding her wallet, as if to encourage her to put it right back. 

"I may not look it, but I'm a pretty old fashioned guy. And I know every woman in here would think I'm an asshole if I made you pay for anything. So...I'm sorry if you're one of those girls who is all...overly independent and won't let a guy hold a door or pay for anything even if they're a stranger, but that's just me. And besides, I've got a little old Italian mother who looks like you could snap her like a twig if you hug her too hard, but she scares the hell out of me and she'd be mad if I didn't pay. So..let me get this for ya." He managed a grin, waiting for her agreement before he stepped up in line to get himself a coffee, and a strawberry smoothie for her, pulling out his wallet after ordering.