Charlie looked up and blinked at the stranger, taking note of the slip that was being held out to her. She drew the straw from her lips and set the glass of lemonade back on the table before she gave him her full attention. As he asked if the paper was hers, she looked at it curiously and took it from his outstretched hand.
“I don’t believe so.” She replied, opening at it and gazing at the contents. After a second, an embarrassed flush filled her face. “Ah, yeah. This is mine. Sorry, it’s my address. I probably shouldn’t lose this if I want to find my way home. I kind of just wandered here, so getting back might be a bit difficult without this.”
With a self-conscious laugh, Charlie slipped the paper into her purse once more and returned her gaze to the man with a smile. “Thanks, by the way. You’re kind of a lifesaver. Anyway, I’m Charlie. What’s your name?”
andrew, truthfully, didn’t really care about what the contents of the paper were --- he was simply being a good person ( because apparently he needed to work on that ) and trying to track down where it came from. he didn’t think it granted room for conversation but alas, the people of providence were full of way-too-joyful surprises. “good to know,” he said dryly, “but you might want to put it on your phone --- won’t get lost that way.”
and wit that, he was turning to leave. except she smiled up at him sweetly and introduced herself and --- god, he could’ve groaned right there. he was trapped. definitely trapped. “andrew ---,” he eyed between the girl, her lemonade, and the slip of paper with a squinted expression. “it’s no problem, i guess.”













