Twelve noon, sharp.

Noah Smith arrived at Hilton hotel’s rooftop on time.

Catherine Batton was already there.

She was wearing a furry, pink, knitted cardigan from Chanel. Her outfit was complemented with a white shirt, a short blue skirt, and a pair of white shoes.

Her blonde hair was naturally straight and her bangs reached her eyebrows. Catherine’s red beanie only made her look cuter than she already was. She stood before the rooftop fence, her back facing him.

Noah jogged towards he