getting to know charlie

The luxurious restaurant exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, its dimly lit interior adorned with

opulent chandeliers that cast a soft, warm glow over the diners. As I entered, the ambience enveloped

me in a sense of grandeur, and I felt a touch out of place in my simple yet stylish attire.

I scanned the room, my eyes eventually falling on Charlie, seated at a corner table that afforded a

magnificent view of the city skyline. His presence was commanding, his tailored suit exuding a

confidence that was hard to miss. A glint of anticipation in his eyes greeted me as I approached.

"Hello, Molly," he said, his voice smooth and tinged with a charm that had, in the past, been his

trademark. He rose from his seat, a slight smile playing on his lips as he extended his hand to me.

"Charlie," I acknowledged with a polite nod. I shook his hand, feeling a sense of formality in our

encounter, which was a stark departure from our past interactions.

As we sat down, a wai