Twelve noon, sharp.

Noah Smith arrived at Hilton hotel’s rooftop on time.

Catherine Batton was already there.

She was wearing a furry, pink, knitted cardigan from Chanel. Her outfit was complemented with a white shirt, a short blue skirt, and a pair of white shoes.

Her blonde hair was naturally straight and her bangs reached her eyebrows. Catherine’s red beanie only made her look cuter than she already was. She stood before the rooftop fence, her back facing him.

Noah jogged towards her before placing a hand on the rails. The people at the bottom looked like ants from here. “I’m here. What did you wish to talk about and why here?”

Catherine frowned as she turned to look at Noah. Her arms were crossed as she angrily growled, “Why are you asking the obvious?”

Noah was puzzled, a frown on his face. He had no clue what was going on. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t do anything right? What on earth was she on about?

“Still playing dumb, Noah? Well since you don’t get it I’ll