At the feeling of his lips on her cheek, Charlie blushed and grinned. Gently, she pulled him to her, standing on her toes to brush her lips against his. "Hi," she said, a little awkwardly. "I hope you like Mexican."
She held her hand slightly out from her side as she walked back into the living room, hoping he would take the hint. She wanted to hold his hand, she was just too chicken to come out and ask him.