Crouching down, Charlie swept up the delicates and stuffed them back into the bag with quick motions, silently thankful for Elias and his wall. Once everything was back and hidden away, she set the bag on its side on the seat of the chair next to hers; this time hopefully it wouldn't move, wouldn't dare to try that again. Tucking hair anxiously behind her ears, she grabbed more fries and shoved them into her mouth, giving her anything to calm the anger that was quickly emerging due to the small accident. Charlie glanced up at Elias' words, her jaw slowing in its chewing as her eyes darted to the side and then back to the other man's face. She had never in her life had the opportunity - or misfortune? - of bringing a boyfriend home to meet her father. Not that she would ever want anyone to meet Steven, but there were just some things she had missed out on. So why did it feel as though Elias were filling in that missing memory when she had nothing to compare it to?
"Fifteen years an' countin'," she replied, picking up her burger to take a huge bite that messily filled her mouth. "He's always had a crush on me, ever since high school. I was...never sure I felt the same. It's all a really long story." The words were malformed through her chewing; Charlie was never one to give too many details, but the sense that she wanted approval was lingering in the back of her mind, no matter how much she tried to swat it away. She knew that she would most definitely like it if Rylee and Elias got along, almost in the same manner as she'd wanted Cat to like Rylee. Even though Rylee was the one she'd known for far longer. Charlie swallowed her bite and took another, unsure if she should continue - Rylee had had to work for every morsel of information from her, but something in her gut wanted to talk to Elias, even if it was only on this one subject.