1983. That was a rough year for Charlie according to her memories, but she didn't need to unload on Kurt. They didn't know each other too well and who wanted to hear Charlie's tales of woe?
She didn't particularly like reminiscing about them either. Not unless she had to.
"It's kind of great. I'm from 1999, so I know the feeling." While it was more advanced than 1983, it wasn't anything like today. "I might still miss my walkman, though," Charlie mused and slipped from the stool when her items came to the counter.
Paying for the order, Charlie added in some extra funds and smiled over to Kurt. "Your food's on me. Good deeds should equal a good birthday, right?" One could only hope.