Weekends were always busy, but since Charlie had been a bit off his game at work (less flirtatious, a bit less friendly) for a couple weeks, it seemed that business at Pure had become terribly busy. Every time he saw Urquhart, Charlie was reminded of Katie, and his stomach rolled, but even that wasn't the worst part of the job. Just seeing Warrington whenever he made an appearance at the club made Charlie see red, and he hadn't felt that way since George and his father had been killed. But Charlie tried to keep that rage under wraps, he needed to keep his head down if he wanted to be useful to the Alliance and the Order, and he needed to keep his job at Pure, even if his novelty as new bartender had started to wear off.
So when Nick needed somebody to make a run to the back for supplies, Charlie happily took the list and excused himself from the bar. Except that the stock room was locked, and Charlie needed somebody to open it, so he took a detour to the office. Charlie plastered a smile on his face then ducked his head into Urquhart's office to get some help.
However, neither of the Urquharts were in the office-- just Silas. Charlie was slightly relieved, he hated the Urquharts, but then he seemed to have interrupted a private moment. "I'm sorry, Silas, should have knocked," Charlie said as he stepped into the office. "Um... Would you mind opening the stockroom for me?" he asked, somewhat awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. He could tell that it probably wasn't the best time for her, but then he still needed to get into the stockroom.