Charlotte quirked an eyebrow in return, “the girl likes blueberry pancakes.” She knew what Noah must have thought of her, and she definitely did look like one of those women who only ate salads when they went out, and then spent the entire next day at the gym to work off the calories. In truth, she wasn't that obsessed with herself, but she did exercise. Every morning, just before the sun came up, and through every season, Charlotte went jogging. It was about calming down for her, quieting her mind and sorting through her issues, a way to organize herself before the day began. The health benefits were an added bonus, but she wasn't picky enough to think that pancakes were going to throw her entire body off.

She continued to fiddle with her silverware as Noah spoke, listening and keeping her hands busy at the same time. It was a habit that she had had for ages, something that was picked up when she was young, and anxious about speaking to people. At first, it was her hair she would fool with, then whatever was near by. As an adult, she was doing her best to break it, but being around Noah brought out that old anxiousness in the best way, and Charlotte couldn't deny that she wanted to keep pushing this with him. It was going to be fun if he was thinking the same thing.

“You don't seem too bad,” Charlotte teased with a smile. Noah sounded like any other guy, he just looked different on the outside and lived in a town that had more to do in it than Beverly. These were simple observations, but the dark-haired young woman often waxed romantic, and anything could be viewed with rose-colored glasses. “That's what you do with your free time then?” she asked, “skip the gym and party?”