"Remind me to reverse the situation some day," she murmured back good naturedly. "And if I remember correctly, you rather enjoyed yourself last night as well." The coffee still tasted disgusting but she was at least adapting now.
When he confirmed that it looked bad she fake cried. "Well, there's that much..." She didn't like that it was Charlie knowing him better- he probably thought that whatever this looked like was right up her alley.
And then, despite her headache and the lethargy in her muscles, she slowly felt the weight of all that was wrong with her life right now and felt a lot like crying. Luckily for her, and Kalev, she had plenty of practice hiding that sort of thing. "I am so fucked..." she whispered, more to herself.
"Excuse the language," she mumbled out of semi-politness, her mind elsewhere.
She really didn't feel like thinking up a plan- but not only was she two months behind on her rent, out of food, and nearly out of dog foor- she'd now imposed on Charlie, hurt his veiw of her further, and found herself in a position where she was in debted to Kalev Dimitrov. Yes, she certainly wanted to cry.