“I guess not,” Charlie smiled, suddenly intrigued. There had to be interesting stories behind those deaths that didn’t quite stick. Having so many crazy stories to tell on her part made ordinary life seem all the more ordinary. It was refreshing to find something that strayed from the usual norm.
“Would you like to come inside? I’m relatively new, so I haven’t stocked up on food quite yet, but there are some chairs. I figure it’s more comfortable than standing in a doorway.” She gave a warm expression and took a step back from the door, allowing enough room for him to step in. There was nothing in this place that could reveal exactly who she was, nothing so obvious that The Shop would be able to track her down and take her back. Perhaps Charlie’s owning a couple of fire extinguishers could be considered strange, but she would tell people that she was simply a cautious girl by nature.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Charlie.”