Audrey was fighting the urge to bolt. It was very strange. She liked this, being next to Charlie, close to him, barely touching. Part of her wondered how far it could go, if she stayed here and flirted and laughed. The other part felt horribly silly and inadequate, and was terrified at the prospect of Charlie continuing to talk to her, or maybe - Merlin's pants! - try to kiss her or something.
She banished these fears as best she could. She was getting ahead of herself, and probably far too ambitious. Charlie was not going to try anything. They were just...talking.
"Ummm, I'm in the library a lot," she admitted, aware of how boring it sounded but not up to crafting something more interesting. "Or reading. Or...well, I like to take my guitar outside sometimes, but it's less fun in the cold."
Leaning back into the couch a little, Audrey tried to get more comfortable and not let on how unnerved she was.