Chapter three
687 Words
Noah's POV
Noah had long outgrown the phase of chasing after girls. That was college. That was before.
Now, he was just Noah.
His life was simple—work, gym, the occasional drink with colleagues, and quiet weekends where he didn’t have to impress anyone. He wasn’t closed off to the idea of dating, but he wasn’t looking for it either.
He had other things to focus on.
Which was why this yesterday had been weird.At first, it had been a strange sensation, the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Not just glanced at—but stared at.
And when he turned?there she was.
A brunette, staring at him like she was trying to figure something out.
Whether he thought she was pretty or not didn’t matter.
What mattered was the way she looked at him—unapologetic, like she had every right to.
She was looking directly at him, so intensely that it almost caught him off guard.
He could have ignored it. Should have.
But something in him—maybe pride, maybe curiosity—made him stare back.
A challenge and then she smirked
That was when he realized—this was exactly what she wanted.
And somehow, he was the one who flinched first. He looked away and moved past her, pretending it didn’t mean anything. Because it didn’t. It couldn’t.
He had no time for distractions.
And then came the croissant incident this morning
Brea had been indecisive as usual. She worked in a role that basically streamlined his work, which was great. But outside of the office, she could never just make a decision.
"Get the croissant or don’t, Brea."
"I don’t know, Noah, should I? What if it’s dry? I mean, I want something sweet, but I also don’t—oh wait, I have an idea!”
Before he knew it, she was nudging him toward the counter.
"Just get it for me. It’ll be easier that way."
And somehow, he found himself taking the last croissant.
That was when he heard her voice.
"I was gonna have that."
Noah turned just in time to see her.
The same brunette.
For a second, he just looked at her. And she looked back.
He could have said something. Should have. But he didn’t.
Instead, he just walked away, handing the croissant to Brea, who, by the way, wasn’t even sure she wanted it anymore.
By the time he sat down, the whole moment felt off.
That girl—whoever she was—probably thought he was an asshole.
Back at the office, Noah barely had time to sit before someone knocked on his glass door.
“Sir, the team’s waiting for you in the conference room.”
Noah nodded, standing and rolling his sleeves up. He wasn’t one for formality, even though technically he was one of the youngest decision-makers in the company.
Some called him a genius. Others thought he just got lucky. Noah knew better.
He had always been hardworking, always had a vision. That was why, at a young age, he had climbed the ranks,securing his position as one of the lead communications strategist in a rapidly growing tech development company.
It wasn’t just about numbers or innovation—it was about knowing what worked, predicting what would, and making sure nothing got in the way.
By the time he entered the conference room, half the team was already seated. Conversations died down as people straightened in their seats.
Lisa, one of the marketing leads, leaned over to a colleague and whispered just loud enough, “Noah is just… ridiculously good-looking. And the fact that he’s actually respectful? That’s rare.”
The guy beside her smirked but said nothing.
Noah heard them. He always heard these kinds of comments.
And as usual, he ignored them.
Your life is yours, and mine is mine.
That was how he saw things. It was why he never entertained unnecessary distractions, never blurred the line between work and personal matters.
He pulled out a chair, placed his tablet on the table, and spoke in his usual, steady tone.
“Alright. Let’s get started.”
- Writer
