“Hello...” She mumbled. Her friend from the bar was at the door. She wasn’t even sure if she remembered him. No-o, she definitely did. What was his name again? Okay, she shouldn’t ask... she could figure it out later.
“Good afternoon, Charlotte.” He forced a smile.
“Afternoon already?” So she did sleep through her lectures... Well, no wonder. She had many drinks last night. And what was in that pink cocktail anyway?
“I came to check on you. It’s my lunch break...” He looked down confused. What was his name? Something that starts with an M... or N... no, she couldn’t recall it.
“Aha,” Charlie nodded and yawned.
“I brought you orange juice.” He gave her a pack. “They say it helps.”
She took the juice. Now they couldn’t just stand there... she had to invite him in.
“Do you want some? Or I could make you a cup of coffee or tea?”
“I could use a cup of coffee, thank you.”
Charlie nodded and went to kitchen. He took his coat off and went
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to kitchen. He took his coat off and followed her. Nigel! Right! That was his name and he was drinking something coffee-like last night. Charlie took off her bathrobe on her way and threw it into the bathroom, closing the door with her leg.
“With milk?” She checked the shelves. “Maybe cinnamon, or rum? Wait, you’re driving...”
“Just black.” Nigel set down and gave Charlie a close look. “How are you feeling today?”
“Great!” She smiled, putting few big spoons into a coffee maker. She used that time to check him out. She was so drunk last night, even Gwynplaine would’ve seemed hot. Nigel was pretty handsome. For once in a while she made no mistakes in a bar, but made a fine acquaintance. And, if she remembered it right, he was a lawyer. This was cool!
“Do you like strong coffee?” Nigel asked following her hands with his eyes. Oh, damn... she put in too many spoons! Twice the needed amount. “I know what I’m doing.” Charlie lied and took cinnamon even though Nigel didn’t ask for it. “It’s a spanish recipe.” She added some spices and pressed the button.