Paul graciously accepted the bowl of popcorn from her, though he knew he wouldn’t be eating much from it.  He was still full from the pizza and beer with Jemma.  Smiling at her answer to his temptation question, he could easily picture guys falling head over heels for her.  Charlette’s bubbly personality combined with her womanly assets (mostly the latter) were quite difficult to miss, or ignore.  She could probably have any guy she wanted, more or less.<br/><br/>Yet she appears to want you, Old Man.  Funny how that works.  Of course, Paul saw nothing funny about that.<br/><br/>While her feet rested on his lap, she then decided to sit up and move closer to him.  A kiss on his cheek, and Paul smiled at her again.  He placed the bowl of popcorn on his now-free lap, and lay his head against the couch’s cushion behind him.  Charlette’s simple smooch reminded him of Jemma’s request to get back together.  A sense of resignation washed over him, as he wondered how he’d gotten himself in such a pickle.<br/><br/>Ooo, I know!  I know, Old Man!  It’s cuz you can’t seem to keep your own pickle outta Charlette’s orifices.  Merriment at Paul’s expense naturally followed.<br/><br/>His gut instinct dictated that there was to be no sequel with him and Jemma.  And yet.  And yet, he totally believed in what she said about second chances.  Paul felt through his entire core that everyone deserved a second chance, even a sneaking-around-behind-your-back, lying-through-her-teeth, cheating girlfriend.  He just hated being played the fool, which was a distinct possibility if he agreed to try again with her.<br/><br/>Either way, he owed it to Charlette to clue her in.  Head off of the cushion, he looked at her through hazy eyes.  “Just so you know, I was with Jemma tonight,” he said quietly.  “Seems she’d like a second chance at us.”