Charlette had been too busy with the other customers to even notice that Avery had walked in at first. Luckily for her, the bikers were a little more friendly than most of the ones who usually came in. She was able to catch a quick glance of Avery off in the corner and without Margaret even telling her, she could tell he was a bit distressed. She had known him long enough to be pretty intuitive with those kinds of things.<br/><br/>She watched the interaction he and Margaret had, and raised a brow when she told her that he wouldn't order from her. Something must really be bothering him, she thought. Maybe something with Bridget, she guessed. She didn't mind being the friend that would sit there and listen to his problems and be there for him. She knew he needed that. Then maybe, if things went South, he'd come to her, eventually.<br/><br/>She came up to the table, and gave him one of her genuine friendly bright smiles.<br/><br/>"Long time no see... Marge told me you wanted to talk with me. Let me get you a drink and we'll do that?" She suggested.<br/><br/>"But first..."<br/><br/>She leaned down to him and gave him a little hug, squeezing him tight for just a quick second. "I have to get that in."