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He had never been known for making great choices. It was a fault, but it wasnât something he was ever going to work on. If you asked him, it made life interesting, at wellâ thatâs what the man liked, an interesting life. One of those bad choices coming his way, only to punch him square in the jaw. Could he have fought back, yeahâ but should he have slept with the manâs girlfriend, no. It was the earthâs way of evening the score, and he wasnât about to punch the man back. Noah deserved it. A hand went up to rub his jaw as he turned around, only to see he was starring in the sidewalk show. âWellââ He said, as he faced Noemi, maybe the last person he wanted to see watch him get hit, âif you want me to call him back over, we can start over. Maybe you can make a buck.â Noah rolled his eyes before shaking his head, âno, not really.â He shrugged, âI know his girlfriend though.â
        âI would have won,â she relentlessly bit back, an impish grin taking over waxen mien. Noemi proved to be selfishly conceited in her skills, if one could call them that, arms crossed as if in condemnation of his admittance, shaking her head and clicking her tongue in tandem dramatics. After a brief pause, she stepped forward, egotistical carapace melting away as she dared take a step forward and look over any prospective damage, if Noahâd even allow that. âI mean honestly, Noah, do you have a picture of this girlfriend? Iâm starting to feel that from the look of him this was hardly worth the injury to insult.âÂ
