Re: Leo/Charlie & Open
Charlie overthought inviting Leo after the fact. Eyebrows would be raised, comments would be made, and maybe she'd never hear the end of it. But she also wanted him around, and she didn't feel embarrassed by any of that. They were friends, anyway, right? Friends were allowed to hang out a lot. She wouldn't begrudge either of them that just yet.
The flowers rested at the edge of the table by the napkin holder, not forgotten but deftly not a focus. She didn't want him to feel weirder than he probably already did. She was bright pink to his dark threads, ponytail up cheerleader high as usual. Her coat was slung on the back of her seat, and while he sucked on the tall straw and snatched her fries, she nursed a vanilla milkshake and finished off her burger. Done medium, of course. Every time he would reach for her plate, she'd swat his hands but do little else to deter. In fact, she did a little thieving of her own.
"Oh, I really, really hope Carrie the Musical can be the unoffical sequel to Glass Menagerie. But we all know it was probably more of a Yellow Wallpaper situation in the end." Charlie leaned forward as if she was delivering the goods on the gossip, and then she dipped a few of her fries in his chocolate milkshake before popping it in her mouth. "And also," she continued, "some actual animals might replace the fake ones. I sense major cat hoarding issues." She smiled, then shook her head. "Poor Laura. Stuck with a narcissist forever."