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Episode 7 · 2 years ago

Nice to Meet You, Mr. Bloom

ABOUT THIS EPISODE

Ingrid agrees to teach Noah her city-slicking ways, but the conversation takes a turn. Coffee dates always start off so innocently...

Stepping out of the subway stairwell, a warm summer breeze comes through my hair. There's only one thought on my mind. What the Hell Am I getting myself into? It's a short walk to the trendy chain Cafe Noah wanted to meet at, and I'm taking whatever little time it offers me to center myself and get my thoughts in order. So I'm about to voluntarily spend one on one time with Noah Bloom, Aka one of the seven boys I had a huge teenage hormonal crush on in high school who, up until about a week ago, I hadn't seen in eight years. Plus. There's the whole super fucked up sex dream I had about him not too long ago. Oh, but the worst part we've been texting all week, like flirty texting. It...

...was weird at first, but then it was kind of Nice, like sure, he's Corny, sometimes in a good old country boy way, but he's also surprisingly sweet and weirdly interested in what I've been doing since we hugged goodbye at graduation and never saw each other again. It hasn't been an all day, everyday kind of texting situation, which, honestly, is what's made it so great. Every time my phone buzzes and it's his name on the screen, I'm a little bit surprised, and as someone in the actuarial science business, I'm not surprised often. So now here I am, two blocks away from a random coffee shop in Greenwich village, totally unsure of what I'm even hoping will happen. Sure it's been fine over the phone, but judging by our last face to face interaction, there's a good chance things might get heated and fast. And then there's the whole hot for teacher fantasy that I'm sure...

...will be playing on repeat in the back of my head for the next six hours. Six hours, Jesus Christ, I need a drink. As I approached the coffee shop, I spot Noah's tall frame through the front window, leaning against the wall on the corner in gray jeans and a Maroon shirt. He's dressed better than the last time I saw him, although, let's be real, that's not saying much. The whole lumber sexual vibe might still work for some people, but to me it just screams I'm stuck in two thousand and fourteen and don't know how else to look masculine and fashionable at the same time, but this look. It's good like. I didn't realize you still had biceps. Good like. Yes, teacher, I've been very, very naughty, good. He looks up from his phone when I'm just a few...

...feet away, his mouth twisting into an easy, familiar smile. He stands up straight and takes a step toward me, the afternoon sun catching the hints of Auburn in his hair, not to mention the hint of stubbles subtly lining his jaw. That's the kind of Shit men in Brooklyn would trade their left nut for. I Bet Noah hardly even knows it's there. You Look Nice. Noah places a hand lightly on the middle of my back to guide me inside. It's the kind of move that tends to make me cringe, reminding me of an uncle on my mom's side who was always a little handsier than I'd like. I don't know if it's because of the sex dream or how into him I'm quickly becoming, but for the first time since puberty, I don't mind. It's kind of Nice actually. I smile as I walk past him through the door. You don't look too bad yourself, wow, I sound flirty. He smiles back, revealing a small set of dimples I haven't...

...seen since high school. Fuck, he's cute. The coffee shop is small, with only a handful of sturdy wooden tables and one sleek black bar in front of the windows. We stand in line, our shoulders almost touching, and stare at the hand lettered menu. You can tell a lot about a person based on their coffee order, and I'm fascinated to hear Noah's. I glance over at him. You're ready. Yeah, you go first, though. I order my cold brew and start to reach for my wallet when Noah stops me, stepping forward and shaking his head. I know you're an independent woman at all, but just this is on me. Okay, as a thank you for helping me out. I mean, I haven't helped you yet. Well, maybe a coffee you'll change that. He smiles that same stupid, dimply smile that sends me right back to sophomore year. Fine, whatever,...

I playfully roll my eyes. He orders a flat white and at first I'm taken aback. I'd pegged him as a black coffee man, and while the flat white isn't really that novel, anymore. The name alone feels adventurous for anyone not living on one of the coasts. My surprise must be written all over my face, because he takes one look at me and smiles. We have cool coffee shops in Indiana, to you know. We grab our drinks and Nestle into the one empty table in the corner of the shop, sitting across from one another. It's busier in here than I'd expect for a Saturday afternoon in the city. Our table is smaller than I was prepared for, meaning that not only are our knees millimeters from touching, but every time he moves I catch a hint of his scent. It's not strong enough to be a full on Cologne, maybe a body wash or deodorant, but whatever it is, I'm into it. Clean, fresh, masculine. Tapping my...

...fingers on the side of my glass, I start so tell me more about this whole brewery thing. He nods, taking a sip of his drink before running his knuckles along the scruff on his Jawline, his face scrunching up as he gathers his thoughts. Well, I started brewing in high school. I remember it was something I mostly did with my dad and my brother. At first, I nod, sipping at my Straw and lifting a finger to interrupt. Oh, Mason, right, your brother's name is Mason. He's taken aback of it. Yeah, Mason, surprised you remember that? I shrug, as if it's no big deal that I committed his brother's name to memory. Anyway, go on, it was something you did with Mason and your dad. Yeah, but then I kept brewing through college and after a while I was doing it by myself, thinking of new combinations, new pairings. Mason gave it up by senior year, but I stuck with it. I...

...didn't realize it at the time, but brewing got me through a lot of Shit. Why didn't you try to pursue it earlier? I didn't think of it like that. I guess I took the job at the high school because it seemed like the right thing to do. Steady pay, decent benefits. It just felt like the right fit. So why now? He turns to look out the window before looking back at me, his face blank. I don't know. I just heard about this program and I figured I'd give it a shot when I got in. I guess it just felt like a sign that I was where I needed to be. And what was it being summer break and all? I don't know, it just seemed like it was going to work out and I've had a great time. Not Along as he speaks, but all I can think about is the way his mouth looks when he talks, how his shoulders are broad without being domineering, his arms defined but not too intimidating, like he could push me up against a wall and hold me there. As I unbuttoned his pants and undid his Zipper, slowly slipping...

...my hand below his waistbands. And it's not like I had a real problem with her being a woman. I just, you know, it was just a little hard taking her seriously sometimes, you know. I'm sorry, what did you say? I snap out of my sy only to be horrified by the words coming out of this man's mouth. That's what I get for letting myself get carried away one of our business management instructors. She seems nice and all, but I mean, you know how it is. I sit up straight, already feeling every hair on my body starting to Bristle. No, Noah, I don't know how it is. Please illuminate me. Well, you know her. Her voice was a little annoying, Jesus Christ, and she didn't have that commanding presence you look for in a teacher. Commanding presence, what you need? A fucking drill sergeant to make you pay attention?...

No, but in my opinion, she made it too easy to question her authority. Eileen Ford, resting my elbows on the table, aware of the distance closing between our faces, do you have a problem with women in authority? Noah, he scoffs and crosses his arms. Oh, don't start. I'm all for equal pay and all that Shit. I know it sucks for women and I know it sucked for that woman trying to overcome her natural inclination to be quiet and shy, but the fact of the matter is she wasn't making it any easier on herself. Maybe she wouldn't have to make it easier on herself if we lived in a society that valued different types of authoritative figures instead of glorifying ultramacho military style discipline. So much so you're telling me that you don't ever butch it up a little in the boardroom to get what you want. Holy Fuck, Noah, butch it up you know what I mean. Haven't you ever tried to talk in a slightly deeper voice or make yourself seem tough because you knew it would give you a leg up? I think...

...there's a lot of power in femininity. He cocks his head to the side. I shift in my seat, uncrossing and recrossing my legs. Doesn't take a genius to figure that one out. But I'm not talking about the way you dress, I'm talking about how you interact. I throw my hands in the air. Fine, sure, maybe I'll act tough from time to time. God, Noah, you're so fucking impossible. You haven't changed one bit since high school. You know that his eyes grow dark, his lips pulling taut into a straight line. You don't know a damn thing about me Ingrid. I hate myself for thinking it, but he's sexy when he's Broody, even if three seconds ago I was ready to rip his cute little face right off. I rest my Chin in my palms. Then, by all means, enlighten me. He sizes me up for a moment and I can't help but notice his eyes lingering on my chest for a split second too long.

My pulse races, watching the muscle in his jaw twitch as he stares at me, the silence growing thick with all kinds of tension. Out of nowhere he stands his chair, making a loud screeching noise against the floor. In any other circumstance I'd be embarrassed by the sound and quickly apologized to the people around us, but in this moment all I care about is what the fuck this man is about to do next. He holds out his hand, nodding to the door behind him. Come with me. Ten Week. Turnabout is written by Amelia J rose, produced by consensual, creating steamy feminist first romance for riot grls. Special thanks to baby money in the down payments for the use of our theme song. Oh Boy, head sound engineer John McNeil, mixing by Spiral Light, creative mastering by aiding Guavora. Follow us at consensual...

...pod on instagram and follow at the Noah Bloom and at the Ingrid Wheeler to watch this love story play out on your instagram feed. This episode was performed by Alison Grischau and Travis Donahue. Tune in next week to hear Noah say you're not the only person from our town with the ability to change. You know,.

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