Interview with Noah from Present Perfect

This is a little something to thank everyone for all the support you've given me and Present Perfect, currently #3 Top Rated New Adult on Amazon.

 

 

I’m a mixed bag of emotions as I walk into the Hungry Lion Café to interview Noah. I’m excited, happy, and can already feel a swoon coming on just thinking about him. I’m also frustrated. I have questions that I want answers to that I know he won’t be able to give me.

             I immediately spot him sitting in a booth towards the back of the café. He is striking. He’s dressed in a pair of black basketball shorts with a white stripe down the leg, a white Nike t-shirt, black and white Nike shoes, and his red Red Sox baseball cap, turned backwards. Noah is the type of guy who can jump out of bed, throw on the first thing he grabs, run his fingers through his hair a few times and still look like he stepped out of GQ magazine. There’s a confident, easy sexiness about him that takes my breath away.

            As I walk towards the booth he spots me and stands. (Such a sweet southern gentleman.)

AB: “Hey Noah.” I extend my hand and he takes it. I feel swoony.

Noah: “Hey, Alison. It’s great to see you again.” Like any gentleman, he waits to sit until I do.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink?”

AB: “A Diet Pepsi would be nice.” He gives me a slight smile and then motions for the waitress who comes and takes my order and refills Noah’s glass with sweet tea. “Thank you for taking the time to answer a few questions.”

Noah: “Happy to.”

AB: “I know you won’t be able to answer everything.”

Noah: “I will do my best to give you what you want.” I look up into mischievous light blue eyes and a sexy grin.

AB: “Great. Thank you.” I clear my throat. I just had a full on swoon.  Just then the waitress brings my Diet Pepsi. Thank god it’s loaded with ice. I’m a little warm. “So I asked some readers what questions they wanted to ask you.”

Noah: “I might be in trouble.”

AB: “Let’s just jump right in. Why did the name Tweet stick with you?”

Noah: “When I saw her standing at the end of the driveway, I thought she looked like such a sweet tweety and when it came out of my mouth it came out as Tweet.”

AB: “You never called her Amanda after you gave her that nickname. Why?”

Noah: “Amanda was someone’s daughter, sister, and friend. Tweet was all mine.”

AB: “How did you feel when you first realized your feelings were growing for Tweet?”

Noah: “Excited and lucky that I had found the love of my life.”

AB: Swoon number two. “After the baseball game where you won the championship for the Tigers, how did you feel on the field before you spotted Tweet in the stands?”

Noah: “I felt happy, proud, but it felt empty until I saw her up in the stands smiling at me. Her being there made the win complete and better. It was such a selfless thing for her to do because she never liked or understood the game.”

AB: “Did Tweet’s actions make you angry, frustrated, heartbroken, or disappointed?”

Noah: “Yes, all of the above. It was hard for me to understand how she looked at herself because I always thought she was incredible. Is she perfect? No, but she’s perfect for me. No matter what our relationship ends up to be, no one will ever have my heart and soul like Tweet.”

AB: “Was it hard moving on when Tweet distanced herself from you?”

Noah: “I never moved on during those times. I wasn’t able to.”

AB: “So you and Tweet shared all your firsts except one.”

Noah: Sadness and regret takes over his features when he answers. “That’s the biggest regret of my life so far. I don’t have any excuse. I was stupid, lonely, and drunk.” Those beautiful light blues start to get watery. I feel like it’s time to end the interview.

AB: “Let’s end with a couple of fun less intense questions. Where did the term smurffucker come from?”

Noah: A smile immediately crosses his face. “Tweet and I used to watch the Smurfs every Sat morning. Tweet loved them. I came up with smurffucker to let her know how horrible a person was. Anyone who would do that to a Smurf would have to be scum to the tenth power.”

AB: “Okay, remember these questions are from readers. Why are you so sexy?”

Noah: A huge belly laugh escapes him. “I didn’t realize I was.”

AB: “Don’t do that.”

Noah: “Do what?”

AB: Play dumb. You’re not good at it.” We simply smile at each other and I swoon AGAIN. “Thank you Noah for taking the time to answer these questions. I know some were not easy.”

Noah: “You’re welcome. I was happy to do it. I really appreciate people caring so much about me and Tweet.”