Charles’s Point of View
I froze for a minute thinking of what she had just told me. Was she serious right now?
“What?” she questioned, putting on a straight face, noticing that I was not saying anything to her. She checked my face as I moved away from her. I placed the bottle of beer on the table and stood up.
“I am sorry… I… Uh.” I struggled to find the right words to use as I stood up, moving away from her as I inhaled sharply, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“IS something wrong?” She questioned me and I did not respond, she was too young for me. I mean the years were just too much for me and her,
“Charles?” she gently called my name, she sounded worried even as she called my name.
“Did I do or something wrong?” she inquired. I turned to look at her. “No. You did not do anything.
