Charlette started up at her ceiling for a while letting emotions run over and take their course. She felt tears prick her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. But she was quiet in her crying.<br/><br/>Maybe she just needed to be patient, or give up the idea entirely of them ever becoming anything more. But that wasn't exactly terrible. He was truly a good friend if nothing else.<br/><br/>Hearing the knock snapped her out of her own mind. She wiped her eyes quickly and sat up a bit. "Dinner? Umm.. Maybe. I kinda.. don't feel so great still."