Charlotte shook her head, chewing as she thought of the right words. Whatever Noah had to say couldn't have been anything she hadn't heard before, and admittedly, Beverly was an oddly uppity place. Sure, it was a nice enough town to live in, but it wasn't anything like Marblehead, where the real money was. The fact that many residents of Beverly looked down on those who lived in north or south Boston was laughable at best. “I don't mind,” she finally decided with a soft smirk. One elbow on the table, Charlotte picked up her water glass and took a drink through the straw, waiting for Noah to continue on. He was definitely good conversation, more than a cute guy with a nice beard.

In her own experiences, Charlotte had done her fair share of rule breaking, but she had never done anything that she could have been arrested for. There was the occasional late night at the boat house, or charging something to her credit card when she knew that she didn't have the money to back it up, and the time she had borrowed the family car without permission that one time in high school—maybe [i]that[/i] was something that would have warranted reprimand by the police, but for the most part, she was squeaky clean. It was boring, and again, Noah was proving to be the exciting one between the two of them, which made Charlotte more inclined to stick around after breakfast.

“I've heard of it, but I've never been there,” she said. There were a lot of places in Boston that she had never been to, and she lived up to the notion of being a tourist in her own city. The architecture around Boston was beautiful, though, and Charlotte didn't blame Noah for wanting a closer, more intimate look. Picking up her glass, she clinked it against his with a grin. “We should go after we're done here,” she suggested, “even though it's full of tourists.”