Noah The tap to his shoulder came even before he set the shot glass down. The whiskey burned the bottom of his throat as he leaned forward and turned, eyebrows raised. "No." He shook his head and his empty glass clinked against the table as he set it down. He shifted some in his chair to turn more towards the woman, but his eyes lifted off of her and around her. Raised eyebrows came together and his mouth opened, "I actually don't see him." Now, to be fair, Peter was a pretty common name, but in Halo there were only so many people. Noah knew a few peters, and all of them belonged to the same family. He cleared his throat a little, the memory of the whiskey still warm at the base of his neck. "You can sit here if you want to wait for him." He gestured to the open seat at the opposite side of the table, before lifting his hand up to introduce himself, "I'm Noah." I was the knight in shining armour in your movie |
