“I'll tip what I want,” Charlotte vowed with a grin. Tipping well was something that she got from her father, and whenever she went out, whether it be with her friends, family, or by herself, she always made a point to tip generously. She knew that she could never be a waitress herself, it was too demanding of a job and, so thankless too. Although the brunette had done her fair share of work throughout high school, the marina hadn't actually been all that demanding and there were many perks to working there as well. Often, there were parties after hours, and connections made for the future with some of the more prominent members. Suddenly, Boston was seeming more and more like a foreign country. 

The restaurant was busy, but the atmosphere was casual and Charlotte was happy to be there with Noah. After the two of them had found their seats, a waitress came by to get their drink orders. Considering the smoothie that she had already drank, Charlotte opted for a water and then picked up the laminated menu in front of her. She bypassed the lunch and dinner options and looked straight to breakfast, which was a selection of classic items and delicious combinations. Her heart was already set on pancakes, though, and she quickly closed the menu and put it to the side.

As Noah leaned across the table, Charlotte leaned in as well as she fidgeted with her still-wrapped silverware. “No daily brunches,” she corrected, “bi-weekly, is more like it. I don't have much of a story, though. I'm trying to finish my degree and then start looking for a job.” Really, what Noah already knew about her was the majority of her life. Charlotte wished that it wasn't, that she could tell him something exciting about adventures, or some kind of extreme sport, but that wasn't the case. “What about you? You're vastly more interesting than I am, I'm sure,” she smiled, giving his shoulder a poke. “Spill it.”