iii. Treat?

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<WARNING: VERY SHORT CHAPTER BC NOVA IS WAY TOO LAZY AND  ITS A SNOW DAY AND SHE COULD BE IN SHOOL BUT THANKS THE HORRIBLE WEATHER UWU>

Chapter Three
(Treat?)
//IRL\\



THE GIRL WASNT HAPPY. She stormed to the guy who was smiling at his phone.
"Exuse me, internet hoe." The girl ranted. Noah looked at the girl his smile fading. "Quinn. I do photography. I tried taking a picture. You were kinda in the way" Quinn spat out waving the polaroid in the air towards his face. "
"Look, 'Quinn' Im sorry. Let me make it up to you." He smiled genuinely. The girl raised her eyebrows waiting for him to speak next. when he didnt she responded.
"And that is.." She waved her arms. Noah smiled.  "I'll buy you a treat from the snack bar, you give me your instagram. Then were even. Deal?" Noah was trying hard. Maybe it was a stretch, but everyone loves a long shot every once and a while. Quinn moaned in frustration.
"Deal!" she huffed. "Noah." He smiled. He stood up.

Who could that be? Quinn thought. He looks
so— NOAH! Noah Schnapp! Quinn finally snapped her mind. Whatever. Im cool with it. He's cute. "Quinnbear." Quinn murmured.
"What?" Noah couldn t understand her. "Quinnbear." She repeated. "That's my Instagram."
"Oh" Noah said slipping his phone out. He typed in the username and it pulled up. He clicked the profile follow button and slid his phone back into his pocket.


"What do you want?" Noah asked Quinn. "Eh I dont know. Maybe the," Quinn grabbed her bottom lip and squinted at the menu.  "How about the salted soft pretzel." Quinn finally made up her mind. Noah pulled out his wallet and ordered the food.  They sat down at one of the tall tables. Noah smiled.

Quinn swallowed a bite of her food, thinking of what to say to him. This would be the first word to him that wasnt an insult, or order.
Long story or short, he beat her too it.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"
Quinn thought for a second. "Well, im going to be here tomorrow." She told him. "Taking pictures."

"Ah I see. Uh, what time?" Noah said, smooth. "Real smooth Prince Charming. 1:35." Quinn laughed. Softly, but still was genuinely humored. Noah smiled. "I'll be there."

"Until then," Quinn smiled at him. "Goodbye. Like I said, Ill be there tomorrow." Quinn slung her backpack over her shoulder and gathered her stuff.

Honestly, as Quinn walked off, she wanted to look back. But she knew that would be too weak. Regardless she smiled. He was pretty. Pretty cool. He's an actor.





An actor falling for a stranger.

Too bad Noah had no idea what he was up for.

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