Charlette made it abundantly clear that she wished to be left alone.  Her bedroom door remained closed the entire time following their return.  No visible signs of her also spoke volumes.  Paul could definitely take a hint.  After all, if the tables had been turned, he’d want his privacy with no outside intrusion, too.<br/><br/>Close to half an hour after Charlette left him in the car, Paul found his way inside.  Everything remained off, though he did see a light was on in her room, courtesy of the illumination filtering through the bottom of the door.<br/><br/>He quietly and hastily made a couple of sandwiches of meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and mayo.  Paul was unaware of exactly what kinda meat he’d chosen.  They were just something to tide him over until the next day.<br/><br/>Lounging on his bed with his laptop cast to the side, he checked his phone.  Sure enough, messages from Jemma ranged anywhere from<i>Where are you? </i>to<i>Call or text me</i>to<i>Are you avoiding me?  </i>Paul smiled at that last one, wishing it was that easy.  Sandwiches consumed, he placed the laptop on the nightstand and called it a night.<br/><br/>Paul decided to sleep in the next morning, and by the time he ventured out to the living room, Charlette was already gone for the day.  Passing her open door, there was no sign of her.  He thought classes for sure and probably work after that.  He had no idea what he’d be doing for the remainder of the day.  It was a few minutes before 9 a.m.<br/><br/>Jemma was right.  He was avoiding her, especially now that the situation with Charlette had taken a potentially drastic turn of events.