~ Los Angeles, Charlie's villa ~
Emma is sitting on the sofa in the living room and looking around. After months of not coming here, everything is how she remembers it… and it feels like she was here yesterday.
"Here you go…", Charlie handed Emma a glass of orange juice and took a seat next to her.
She lifted her eyebrows questionably. "Juice?"
"You had enough wine, right?", he asked. "I don't want you to get drunk and then blame me for it."
"Thank you." Emma thought how this is different than what she got from Brian who even swapped glasses so that she gets the second one. And Charlie wants her to stay clearheaded. She appreciates that.
Charlie observed Emma and he was not sure what to say to smoothen out this tense atmosphere. Tonight didn't turn out how he hoped it will. Instead of a nice evening, it rolled into a disaster and for few excruciating moments he was confident that he will lose Emma.
