"So what's the plan then?" It's not accusatory or demeaning. Simply curious. Without formal schooling, there's really not much Noah can do with himself without much difficulty. So if he's not planning to go to school, Rachel's curious as to his alternative. Judging by the pure hatred and irritation that radiates off of him for at least an hour or two after his shift ends, he can't be planning on staying there.

She doesn't turn to face him as he leans closer, biting her lip. Even if neither of them have showered yet, he still smells so good. Like sweat and man and Noah and no, her breath doesn't hitch just a bit. "Well thank you, then..."

"Jeremy. And obviously, I'm not the best at being able to tell..." She shrugs, the finger poking out of the bandage on her hand toying idly with her hair. "I just...I don't have the time to audition men based on their sexual prowess, Noah. And I don't understand how I'm meant to look at a guy and know."