The fucking Christmas lights were getting on Noah's nerves already and it was only the first week of December. He was tempted to go and break one of the light. When is someone going to fix the whole "if one is broken they all are" thing. Although, he supposed that was a pretty fitting metaphor around here. In the rich's head, anyway.

Standing outside his flat, worrying about how Jack is doing at his boyfriend's, Noah inhaled the burn of the cigarette smoke along with the winter bite, holding the smoke in his mouth for a moment before slowly exhaling again.

Waiting for the girls to dress again was always a bore, but he'd be damned if he was going to make a girl uncomfortable after fucking her brains out. So, for now, Noah was content to leave Avery (Alison? Alara?) to dress by herself in the private of a stranger's home.

Just as Noah was about to decide Avery (Audrey? Alice?) must be done by then, he noticed a figure in the park, sitting and gently swinging on the swing set.

The children's playground wasn't the safest place. There were cigarette butts and fuck knows how many drugs littered across the floor, crude words on the equipment and the crowd that hung around there weren't always the nicest.

Presuming the figure was a child, Noah walked towards them, intending to take the child back to whatever shit hole they came from. He strode down the pavement, shivering slightly from the chill as he holds his jacket tighter around himself. Fleece lining was useless at this point. Fucking England. Fucking London with it's sludge sleet. This place looks depressing.

It was only when Noah's got closer, he realised it wasn't a child. The girl was young, but she wasn't a child. At least, she didn't look like once. Her hair, the clothes she was wearing, her facial features; (fuck, she's hot) she could only he from aristocracy or some shit.

Noah bit down the urge to see if she has any money on her.

Mostly because she looked fucking freezing and Noah felt a bit sorry for her, though he hated that he did. The posh bird wasn't wearing a coat and her shoes were probably doing nothing to protect her feet from the sleet. What a moron.

"Aye, alrigh'?" Noah called out as he pushed the gate to the park open. He didn't bother to try and make himself look less intimidating or imposing. If the girl was indeed a young child, he would have. She's just some rich run away, though, so he won't bother. "Ye look lost." He commented, leaning against the metal pole that's holding the swing sets up, cocking an eyebrow at the girl as he waits for her to speak. If she says anything rude, she's on her own. Noah isn't going to take criticism from some daddy's girl lightly.