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"But isn't it obvious," she said, waving her long, slim arms and spilling milky coffee on her studded black flats that spoke of long walks in the mornings and perhaps too much of said coffee. "I'm getting married in New Zealand!" 

Noah smirked, one eye getting just a little tighter than the other, wrinkling on the outside edge. But still, but still he was handsome. "Well, it might have been more apparent to me Nora if you actually had a groom." He grabbed her hand to stop it from fluttering about. She was going to spill coffee on his pants now. Why did he even suggest coffee? Nora needed something with substance, something sure. Like bagels. That was it. From now on when he took her out, they would go for bagels. "Most women don't plan weddings until they have a ring on their finger." 

She looked maybe just a small bit hurt by his words. Or maybe he was a holding her wrist a little too tightly. "You must not know many women then Noah." She had such sass sometimes. 

He let her go and ran his thick fingers over his creased brow and through his feathery blonde hair. She looked away. Nora hated it when he touched his face. He had such a firm jaw that sometimes it was hard to stop staring at it. And it was even harder when he did that thing he did when he was nervous. That touching his face with his strong hands and looking all perfect thing. Nora despised that thing. "I was only telling you my dream," she said to the dark stained oak table. 

Noah sighed. He was so heartless sometimes. "I know." When she reached down to wipe up her tiny spills of coffee on the floor, his breath caught in his throat. Her neck was white and smooth, and her long honey colored hair fell in waves around her shoulders, exposing just the smallest curve of skin. She was gorgeous. "I love your dreams." It barely came out of his mouth, before he could stop it. Noah didn't really like being romantic. Being romantic and as attractive as he was could be a little bit stifling at times. He would prefer not to drown people with goodness. He almost slapped his forehead after he said it. 

Nora blushed. 

He would marry her. Even if she wanted it in New Zealand. He would marry the life out of her. He would marry her so hard she wouldn't know what hit her. He would marry her, but he would do it right. After all, they were only just beginning. 

But goodness, the way she liked whole milk in her coffee. Something about that.