“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

I groaned and slumped onto the table. “Oh, no, you’re one of those.”

Noah sat back and smirked. “One of what?”

I waved my hands. “I am man. Must pay for food. Woman cannot.”

Raising his eyebrows, he leaned forward. “If I’m one of those, then so are you.”

“What?”

He held up his own hands and wiggled his fingers. “I’m so independent, I must pay for my food! God forbid a man buy my lunch!”

I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh at the high-pitched voice he was putting on. “Shut up. This isn’t a date, and I can pay my half.”

“I didn’t dispute this not being a date.” He pulled his wallet out and slipped out a card. “But I can want to pay for your food, can’t I?”

“You can, but you won’t.” I removed my own wallet from my purse and slapped down my card.

“We appear to have reached an impasse.” His green eyes shone with suppressed laughter.

“It’s not that hard to figure out. We split the bill based on what we ordered and split the tip fifty-fifty.”

He held my gaze. “I’m not going to win this, am I?”

I shook my head, my hair flying around my shoulders. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Fine.” He sighed and motioned for the check to be brought over. “You’re stubborn.”

“Yep. It’s one of my better qualities.” I grinned and all but accosted our blushing server as she brought the bill over with a card machine. She’d obviously heard our conversation because the wallet contained two receipts with our bill split.

I pulled them out with another grin in Noah’s direction and selected mine. I added the tip and handed it to the server with my card for her to charge it.

She swiped; I signed. Then she moved onto Noah who did the exact same thing, all the while glaring at me across the table.

I was trying not to laugh.

I really was.

I would bet a hundred bucks that he’d never met anyone like me before. Not that I was tooting my own horn—I knew I was what normal people called ‘unique.’

I mean, my best friend fed raccoons, so compared to her…

I was only a little strange.

We both stood at the same time, and Noah held the door for me on the way out.

“Thank you,” I said softly, stepping out into the almost-stifling heat.

“Well, I saved your life. I think I can hold a door for you.”

“Are you going to bring that up every single time I talk to you?”

“Maybe. Like I said, it’s one to tell the grandkids.”

I side-eyed him. “Slow your roll.”

“I didn’t mean our grandkids. Just my grandkids in general.”

“I don’t think it works the same if I’m not your wife.”

“Nah, I’ll be like Ted from How I Met Your Mother. You’ll just be one of the women who is not The Mother.”