Charlie had been absently looking around, trying to find a job somewhere. Now that he had a decent place to stay, he was trying to find a steady job to earn him some good cash. And between all that he was still trying to come up with a way to get in contact with that Claire girl and make sure that her baby was fine. He didn't even know her and he still found himself worrying. But Ana-Lucia didn't seem too concerned so he was trying not to be either.
He wandered into some park, guitar strapped over his back as he squinted in the early morning sun for any vendors since he was just about starving. Instead of stumbling upon a vendor, he stopped when he heard a girl playing the guitar. And she wasn't too bad at all- She was probably one of the best players he had seen on the street in a while. He tossed a few crumpled bills in the case, knowing that he'd regret it later when he wanted some decent food. Or even drugs for that matter. But with Ana-Lucia being close he had to be careful though she didn't seem to care much.
"You write that yourself?" the Brit asked curiously as there was a pause in the song, giving her a slight smile as he looked down at her.