It was nearing your end of the shift, and it has been a long dragged out day. After running into Charlie outside earlier that morning, you were excited to go home and just sleep it off.
Little to no souls were roaming the small and cramped café, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs and doodle on square napkins, waiting for the time to pass. Some soft jazz music played inside the small shop, the bluesy notes dancing along the thought of Charlie, which ran rampant in your mind.
It felt good for you to have finally gotten things off your chest. After his sudden abruptness of dropping you from his life, you had a lot to say, and there was even still some left unsaid. It felt like a healing wound knowing you got that closure.
But that didn't stop you from thinking about his voice, and how his lips felt on yours after so long without them. Even though the kiss didn't last long, it was long enough. You could still even feel the hot sizzling fire of his touch if you thought hard enough.
You regretted not kissing him for even a second longer. You ached for him, no matter how much you despised him in that moment. You had a hunger for Charlie that would never be fully subsided.
You were broken out of thought by the buzzing of your phone, which vibrated against your thigh, resting inside the pocket of your pant. You quickly tug the small device out, brows knitting at the caller ID.
It wasn't a number you had saved in your phone, but recognized the series of numbers. You could still remember a familiar man typing them into your phone with his laughably large thumbs the first time you had met him.
You swallow hard, thumb ghosting over the call. Half-hazardlt, you answer the call, your trembling hand bringing your phone to your ear.
"Why are you calling me?" You hissed through your teeth. He was the last person you wanted to talk to.
"Just hear me out, please," Charlie began, pleading into the phone. Part of you wished he had never unblocked your number on his phone in that moment.
"I heard what you had to say, and...you were right. I didn't treat you right, and I know you hate me, but I'm asking for a second chance here." He finishes, his baritone voice husking into the phone.
You looked around the small and empty café, leaning against the counter as you crossed your arms across your chest, perching your phone between your jaw and shoulder.
You almost snickered at his pathetic pleads. He was asking you for a second chance after dropping you from his life like you meant nothing to him. Men were utterly and completely blind, as well as stupid, you had decided.
"And why should I, Charlie? Give me one good reason why I should give you a second chance." You questioned, pressing him.
There a silent moment before he spoke, his words making your heart do flips in your chest.
"I made dinner reservations, for tonight. Come with me, I'll treat you to a proper date, to make up for my mistakes – but, it's your choice. If you really don't want to see me again, I understand." He explained.
I'll treat you to a proper date.
You swallowed hard. It almost seemed like some dream because of what he was offering you. You had only fantasized about being treated normally, and now that he was offering it, you suddenly couldn't remember why you hated him in the first place.
"A proper date? Like a real, candle-light, entrée and meal dinner date?" You ask him, voice innocent and soft as your eyes were wide with gloss.
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PUT ME IN A MOVIE - Charlie Barber.
Fanfic" Lights, camera, action....he didn't know he'd have this much fun..." Recovering from his divorce, Charlie had fallen into bad habits - smoking again, drinking again, and not prioritizing his time with his son, Henry. Charlie was desperate for a...
