"Yeah, no problem." Noah liked to believe he was a decent guy. He wasn't exactly a charmer, and he had his fair share of faults, but he'd never intentionally done anything to cause someone any distress. It was no different with Charlotte - he'd started out offering a nice gesture, just like anyone else might have done. But in their short walk, he'd found himself wanting to learn more about her. She was a book that certainly seemed to have more inside than what you would find on the cover. It made him intrigued to see more - maybe she would continue to surprise him, but that probably wasn't exactly in the cards for either of them. 

He turned away to head the opposite direction, when he heard her voice pipe up again, and turned around. She was asking him...to hang out? Noah raised a brow, as if he was making sure she was talking to him and not someone else. "Kind of." He managed a grin at her question. "But I've always kinda liked weird." With a shrug, Noah glanced around again. He was already late for work, he knew he'd have to come up with some explanation, but at that point.

"You want to get a real breakfast somewhere?" His brows raised slightly. "I don't think there'll be mimosas or bloody marys, but the best blueberry pancakes in town." He offered, more interested than ever at the fact that she would want to spend that extra time with him. He wasn't going to take it for granted, though - if she was taking a chance on him, he would do the same for her.