As was wont to happen in Noah's life, the conversation took a wild turn and, rather suddenly, he was being invited to coffee with the Macy-lookalike. Then she reached out at gave him the awkward pat he'd imagined moments before. He could hear his blood rushing past his ears and it was all he could do to, again, not reach out and embrace the woman. His arm tingled where she had touched him.
"I -" Noah wasn't used to not knowing what to say. He wasn't a man of many words, by any means, but he was a man who always had an answer, wiseass or not, for the shit people constantly felt the need to tell him. But now? Now he was confused, bewildered, and mostly wanted to go home and let Laney put her hand through what was left of his hair. He glanced toward her building, at the men that continued to trudge in and out.
It was obvious Juliet was sincere. That was the scariest part.
"I don't think you're rude," he finally replied, his eyes moving back to the woman. No one who looked like Macy could truly be rude, he didn't think. Her face was made for smiling more than anything else. Noah bit his lip to stop himself from gushing and instead, continued in his usual gruff tone. "But, sure. My lunch is just after this move."