Noah shook his head. "Nobody special waiting for me. I was so young when I joined the army, I didn't have time to do the whole dating thing." Noah shrugged it off. "Besides, most girls can't handle war and the possibility that I might not come home. It's too much hassle."
Noah traced the veins on a leaf and looked thoughtfully at Stefan. "What kind of stuff do you paint? Art has always been an interest to me - I just never really pursued it."