Oh thank fucking
God. Noah had been quite sure in frantic, on and off intervals, that Odette was not even going to show
up and he was going to be sitting at the bar for the entire night looking pathetic and lonely.
Which---okay, he didn't
feel pathetic and lonely these days, not with Terry, but he was quite sure that his friends and family thought he was. Maybe that was part of the reason why he was willing to put his pride on the line to be out with Odette MacFarlan of all people (though the fact that she gave him some attention wasn't a bad reason
either).
He smiled easily, though, and swiveled his stool only slightly to face her. There was no need to panic, or get overwhelmed; what was the worst that could happen? He went back to being a nerdy astronomer? Hell---he'd been doing that all his
life.
"Hello," Noah responded, keeping his expression somewhat neutral as he took Odette in. Okay, so---maybe he was a bit
under dressed for this. Fuck. Well, then. "Having fun?"
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