Charlotte was surprised at how quickly the pair were able to regain some ground, considering the shit that had gone down between them in the previous days. When Ethan bumped her on the shoulder, shoving her a little to the side with his effortless strength, she couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes to the young man as she walked away to find a table. She found one not too far from the vendor itself, sitting down at it and linking her hands together on the table, patiently waiting for his promise of food. She looked around, observing her surroundings as she waited, taking note of the family style atmosphere. The sun was shining and beating down, and now she was more than thankful for the umbrella that shaded the table. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, a few strands falling down to her face, shaping her frame. She had to admit, she was honestly glad her driver ran him over. The running him over part was unfortunate, but she found a friend in it. So... that was a good outcome.<br/><br/>She trailed her eyes back to Ethan, glancing around until her hues settled on his form. She watched him from afar, but her eyes flickered to the young woman he stood next to, noting the bright smile on his face as he interacted with her. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she scanned her eyes down the young woman, who she assumed was Julia. She was really pretty, with perfect legs and just the right curves. Her dark hair complimented her figure perfectly. She was... literally perfect. Char glanced down at herself with a frown. She had a body, she was pretty, but she caught herself unhappy with they way they interacted.<br/><br/><i>Okay, back off, he's not your boyfriend. He's barely your friend, let it go. <br/>
</i><br/>She sighed to herself and looked back to the table, only to be taken well off-guard by a man who sat down next to her. She raised her eyebrows, scooting a tad away from the seemingly drunk man. She had had enough drunk men to deal with in a lifetime, and Ethan was all of them. "May I help you?" She asked as politely as she could manage, eyeing the man in front of her. She'd admit, he was attractive, but...no. However, her patience quickly grew thin when he suggested that even though he<i>assumed</i>she had someone, he was<i>still </i>hitting on her, talk about classy. She rolled her eyes as he finished his sentence, nodding enthusiastically. "You know, it's funny you mention that because my boyfriend just<i>loves </i>it when I hook up with other people." She said, severely sarcastically. She didn't really refer to anyone in particular when she said 'boyfriend,' but she was startled when the first name that popped into her head was, Ethan. The drunk didn't seem to catch on, because his grin grew as he passed her the other beer. She scoffed, keeping her hands in her lap. She didn't want his drink.<br/><br/>She stared at the beer bottle, not making any inviting eye contact with the man. She could deal with his drunken flirting, she didn't particularly care, but she did care when he put his hand on her. Not only did she find it incredibly rude, causing her to lean away from the man with a disgusted look on her face, but she even flinched in recall to the alley incident. She widened her eyes at what he thought was an appropriate gesture, and when to tell him off but... she didn't have to. She looked up when his hand was ripped from her shoulder, biting back a rather large grin when she spotted Ethan above her, a scowl on his face. Normally, she wouldn't condone violence, but he was violating her space and just being an egotistical dick. She didn't feel bad for the slight pain that the blond inflicted on his arm, maybe he would wander off and find another girl to attempt and pick up. Though, there was something in Ethan's voice that confused her, it was almost... jealousy? No, no way, he was just pissed that yet another person had put a hand on her. She was angry, too.<br/><br/>As Ethan rounded the table, setting their plates down after throwing a warning and a glare to the man, Charlotte couldn't help the laugh that escaped her mouth at his words. She held the beer up to her eyes, looking it over. "He probably drugged it." She thought for a moment before shrugging with a smile, keeping it held between her fingers. "Well, I guess I should thank my<i>boyfriend</i>for showing up when he did, yeah?" She teased Ethan with a laugh, wiggling her eyebrows at him. She liked this, just lighthearted teasing and easy banter, she didn't get much of that at home. She didn't get any of that at home. But either way, her heart was still tugged a little at the momentary thought of the girl he had been messing with earlier. There was no reason for her to care, but she was curious now. "So, you and that girl? You guys seemed pretty close, anything going on there?" She winked with a grin, trying her best to just play it off as curiosity. She thought she did pretty good she was a good liar, she did it to her family numerous times. She shivered to herself at the thought of her penny-sucking, sorry excuse for a family bloodline. She wasn't fond of them.<br/><br/>Her mind rounded back to the earlier question, why did she care if he was into Julia? There was<i>no </i>reason for her to care. She just met him, he had been pretty mean to her, too. She really needed a grip. But more than anything, she was glad they had ironed out the wrinkles, even if they missed a few. She enjoyed having him as a friend, she hadn't had anyone for awhile. Not really, it was usually all fake. And all of the sudden, her lifted spirits were soured by the thought of her forced fiance. She had completely forgotten about the arrangement, if she was honest. Maybe she could rant to Ethan, he could be a good listener, right?