It came as no surprise to Charlotte to find out that Noah was unfamiliar with her hometown of Beverly. He didn't seem like the type who frequented any place that could be described as [i]suburban[/i]. In fact, he was the opposite of that in every way from the way he styled his hair, to his tattoos and even the way he dressed. Everything about him was new and exciting, and Charlotte couldn't help but be drawn to him, having grown tired of her boring and predictable life outside of the city. This was shaping to be the best mistake Charlotte had ever made, and with brunch completely out of her mind, there would be no turning back.

“You're not missing anything,” she assured him modestly. “It's all boat clubs and backyard parties.” Beverly was only moderately fun in the summer, made much more exciting by the beaches opening. Although, Charlotte had grown up there and at at the age of twenty-three, even the most magical night on the beach with the best of friends could grow a little dull.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Charlotte expected to go right in and find a table, but Noah had stopped her. She listened as he laid down the rules, wanting to pay for her yet again. Perhaps it was the way he had been raised, but the dark-haired girl didn't think it made much sense for him to keep spending his money on her when she was more well off. However, she knew better than to say something like that, and though her intentions were far from rude, she would let Noah do what he pleased. “Fine,” she agreed with a nod, “you can pay [i]if[/i] you let me tip.” Placing her hand on the door, she grinned at him, “do we have a deal?”