"Eh, some people are into that, I hear." Noah shrugged as Charlotte assured him he wasn't missing anything in the suburbs. He could have already told her that, and the few times he'd been out there for various reasons, it had never exactly been an enjoyable experience. Rich men and women with so much money they didn't even know what to do with it. There had been a few times where he'd had to drive out there to pick up a car to take back to the shop, and it was almost like a completely different world, even though it was technically all part of the same city. 

When Charlotte argued with him about the tip, Noah finally gave a defeated nod, a slight grin on his lips. "Alright, alright. You get the tip. No more than 20%." That grin widened a bit as he followed her inside. The place was fairly busy with a late breakfast crowd. It was typically a place for an unbeatable hangover meal, and Noah had frequented it more than once for that reason. But when a place had good pancakes, it was a win any time, and it didn't take long for him to find a table with her. 

After a waitress had stopped by the table to get their drink orders, Noah let Charlotte get what she wanted, ordering a coffee and orange juice for himself. He glanced over the menu for a moment, though it was all pretty typical breakfast fare, and he was much more interested in the pretty young thing sitting across from him rather than bacon...and that was saying something, for him. "So..Charlotte from Beverly." He leaned in a bit across the table - Noah had never been all that great with personal boundaries, and it was something he'd been 'working on' for years. "What's your story? Daily brunches? Not worried your friends are gonna be pissed you ditched them? Going into marketing? Lay it all on me..."