Charlie, though she didn't like to admit it, enjoyed circumstances like this. She didn't often get herself into social situations, frankly she avoided them at all costs, but she really did like getting into situations were people didn't know about her. It made it so much easier to be a real person when people weren't expecting the worst of you. After all, Charlie had gotten so used to people thinking of her as 'crazy' or pitying her or of alienating her that she didn't know how to deal with the alternative anymore. Still, she much preferred it when she ended up in situations such as these, where a boy who seemed nice enough didn't know about all her 'crazy'. All that meant for her was that this boy wouldn't look at her and see the girl who had no limits from when she was young, nor the girl who practically raised her brother, nor the girl who lost her brother, nor the girl who lost her lover and, most importantly, not the girl who went crazy with grief. Surely enough, he'd find out sooner or later, likely she'd be the one who let it slip, but for now, she could try to have a normal, friendly relationship with someone without them looking at her like she was piteous or mental.
Charlie had gone with Asher to get a coffee and walked towards the coffee shop with her arms rested casually in her pockets. It was strange really, walking around this town, Charlie had all but forgotten that this town had changed so drastically in her perspective. It was hard not to see now, because she could think of a few different periods in her mind and in each one she would've handled this situation, walking to a coffee shop with someone she'd just met, in a different way. The first stage - the party stage - she'd probably have flirted with him. The second - the one where she was in charge of her younger brother - she'd probably have been extremely friendly to him. Always the girl who fit in with everyone. The third - the grief stage - she'd never have ended up in this situation. She'd shunned all human contact. And lastly - the lonely stage - Charlie really didn't want to stuff up the opportunity to speak to someone who didn't have preconceived notions of her. "So, how long have you been here?" She asked casually to the blonde she was walking with.