Talking with ladies wasn't Noa's strongest suit.
If it were him a week ago, he would have avoided conversing with women altogether—especially a beautiful girl like Clara.
However, his previous life was no more.
Now he had no reason to decline the offer and gave her a soft nod. "Sure. Why not?"
Hearing this, Clara narrowed her eyes.
She didn't think Noa would say yes. On top of that, he missed the perfect opportunity to deliver more jokes about her age.
Not thinking too much about it, she left the table and paid for her coffee.
Noa saw her actions but said nothing. He just walked beside her, accompanying her to her car.
As she was about to reach for the handle, however, Noa stopped her. "I am also with my car," he said casually, nodding towards the sleek Aston Martin parked a few feet away from her Mercedes-Benz.
Clara froze mid-motion. "That's yours?" she asked in surprise.
It was clear she hadn't expected Noa to drive an expensive car like that.
