Odd for her to be this quiet.  Charlette wasn’t her usual bubbly, playful self.  Something was without a doubt on her mind.  But Paul wouldn’t be the one to ask her.  He’d never been the nosey type, and he wasn’t about to start now.  If she wished to tell him what was up, then he’d happily be all ears, throwing in some advice if necessary.<br/><br/>After she cleared her throat, she silently stood and retreated into the house.  Okay then, Paul thought, now feeling a little bit uneasy.  He was wracking his brain in an attempt to recall something he either said or did to her.  Other than mentioning Jemma, he came up empty.  Was that it?  His ex and her asking for another crack at them becoming a couple again?<br/><br/>While Paul was back inside to refill his mug, he saw no sign of her, though she had to have been in her room, as he heard some activity from there and the bathroom.  He returned to his seat outside and a few minutes later, was completely surprised at her reappearance next to him.  The outfit she put together was quite fetching, her assets clearly highlighted.  But then again, Charlette could be wearing a trash bag and still look hot in it.<br/><br/>Still, women did love being on the receiving end of a compliment, and Paul was all too happy to oblige.  “I like that outfit on you, Charlette,” he honestly stated, not to be confused with sucking up.  “It looks really good on you.”  Now he actually wondered if she’d heard any of that.