Asking for Help - Part 2

Charlie walks in and I close the door behind him. He takes it in, and I feel conscious about it. The apartment is nothing special. Just a regular apartment with one bedroom, a kitchen, and a living room. 

“Nice place,” he comments and turns back to me to smile at me. I smile back. 

“Take a seat, I’ll get you some coffee,” I say and walk to the kitchen to make the coffee. He sits on the sofa in the living room.  

I make the coffee quickly and take it into the living room, paired with some muffins. 

He’s sitting patiently when I arrive. He looks up at me as I set the coffee tray down. I sit next to him and hand him a cup. 

“Thank you,” he says and tak