"You've never been there?" Noah's brows raised, though maybe it shouldn't have surprised him. She didn't exactly seem like an experienced Bostonian, and she hadn't tried to hide that. There was no shame in it, really. The city itself wasn't a necessity for those who lived in the suburbs and surrounding areas, more like a place you came to showcase local tourist attractions to out-of-town friends, or to try the trendy new restaurant of the week. The heart and soul of the city itself, though? Well, it was made for people who lived there, and understood the ins and outs of it. 

It was her suggestion to go with him that day, though, that threw him off guard a bit. Noah was never one to turn down any kind of adventure, no matter how big or small, especially when it included one of his favorite places in the city. And this girl...well, she was proving to be more intriguing by the minute. He was beginning to think that spending the day with her sounded much better than dirtying his hands on carburetors. It wouldn't go over well with his father, he knew that much, but...

 "Yeah, definitely, that'd be fun. And hell, if you think it's boring we can always people watch and make fun of the tourists." He managed a smirk, digging back in on his breakfast. This was the last thing he'd expected to happen today, but it was the most pleasant turn a morning could have taken. On paper, Charlotte was nothing like him. And while they hadn't exactly dove into deeply rooted personality traits, they seemed to be getting along just fine, trying to understand each other, trying to take regard into what made the other person tick. If nothing else, their curiosity for each other seemed to allow conversation to flow freely. 

"You're gonna get me into trouble with the old man, you know that?" He smirked, playfully, his joking nature obviously with no intentions to make her feel guilty. "He'll live. How are the pancakes?"