Re: Coffee: Noah & Bea
It wasn't Starbucks, but it was still pretty good. All PSLs were knock-off PSLs if they weren't Starbucks, but Noah had only had four years of his life around the coffee chain and all of that was college, when he was way too poor to ever indulge more than, like, rarely. But, he was a small town dude and the small town version of the drink was good enough for him. #onemanstrash—Noah sat, then watched as Bea did what amounted to a ritual before she joined him. His eyes were drawn to her phone, then to her. He couldn't tell she was smoothing her skirt, but he could tell she wasn't fully present yet.
He took a sip of his own drink, smiling as he did so. He made an 'mmm' sound of negation as he shook his head, swallowing. "No girlfriend. Don't tell my mom. As far as she knows, there is." Everyone sort of knew Noah's mom was... intense, and that what he presented to her versus other people didn't match up all the way. They didn't get the details, but they could see the picture, dude. Another smile, because he'd never been one to wallow—and he was hardly bothered by most of his mom's antics these days, as they were just how she was. "Nothing in particular. I need, like, a better mattress." Or a mattress, but he wasn't going to share that.
As for telling Bea things..., Noah sipped his coffee again, thinking. He pressed his lips together as he set his cup back down. "I've been busy, dude. This is my first year teaching alone, so that's been a lot and I just want to do a good job. It's a little weird, since I'm four years older than the seniors, like, at most, but, I like it. It's not something I saw myself doing, that's for sure." Noah nodded a little, like that pretty much covered it, because it did. "Now you."