There were quite a few places around Boston that Charlotte had never been. If it wasn't trendy restaurant or a club, she didn't pay much attention to it. In retrospect, that was more than likely a mistake and she was sure that many people would have thought she was crazy to not take advantage of the beautiful, historic city that was her own backyard. Charlotte couldn't bring herself to dwell on it, though and if she was going to finally explore Boston, at least it was with someone interesting and fun. She wanted to see the church with Noah and find out what he found so special about it aside from the architecture that was surely beautiful.

“I'm kind of a tourist,” she pointed out with a soft laugh, “are you going to make fun of me?” She raised her eyebrow at him, but it was plain to see that she was only teasing. Noah was incredibly easy-going and she liked that she could loosen up around him. Her other friends were somewhat uptight and that attitude easily rubbed off on her when she was around them. Charlotte liked being able to relax, and be a little bit more of herself. It didn't matter that Noah was mostly a stranger, he was good company. 

Finishing off her water, Charlotte considered Noah's words. She didn't want him to be in trouble with his father, but at the same time, he didn't seem to mind the impending consequences. “I'll make it up to you,” she decided lightly. She didn't know exactly how, but she would. 

It wasn't long before the waitress came back with the check and the deal stood that Noah would pay as long as Charlotte could tip. She left the woman something generous, a little more than what was standard before leaving and making her way over to the church with Noah. It wasn't terribly far away, definitely within a comfortable walking distance. The weather was still warm, but Charlotte could hardly say that she minded. Soon, the church came into view, but Charlotte could already see that it was crawling with people. “I see why you had to sneak in,” she chuckled, standing on her toes try and catch a glimpse of the front of the line.