Charlotte smiled to him as he sat down next to her, gratefully taking her plate from him as he offered it. Despite what me may have thought about the plastic ware, she didn't even give it a single thought. Unlike her family, she didn't truly care about having the best things in life, having diamond crested everything. She didn't notice his slight flinch when he set her plate down, but she surely didn't show any signs of being bothered herself. She simply thanked him with a true smile, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen from it's place behind her ear. She was starving, she hadn't really eaten anything all day, so she went ahead and took a bite of the chicken, humming in approval. "You're right, definitely some of the best food I've had." She nodded and smiled, though she felt a bit of a dizzy spell and had to blink a couple times to get it to pass. The issue with chronic fatigue? Sometimes staying conscious wasn't an option.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes and nudged him as he teased her with her word choice of 'boyfriend', laughing and pointing her fork at him. "Hey, it was either that or get slobbered on by him, okay? I was being sarcastic, too, he didn't pick up on that." She spoke with a laugh, shaking her head at the thought. However, her smile fell when he jokingly referred to himself as a 'broken drunk', only she didn't take it as a joke. She knew he meant it and was trying to use it as lighthearted banter, but she simply frowned and sighed to herself. She had caught his glances to the beer, and practically felt his want from where she sat, radiating off him. So, she stood, taking the two hot beers and poured them out. Then, she wandered to another stand, grabbing two more. She walked back over with a smile, setting one down in front of Ethan. "Don't go cold turkey, you'll die." She winked to him and opened hers. She debated for a moment whether or not drinking would be a good idea considering her physiological state of hunger and exhaustion, but oh well. She didn't really consider this drinking anyway, it was one beer.<br/><br/>When he spoke of Julia as nothing more than a friend to him, she felt her spirits lift, but... she didn't know why. It was really confusing. She almost didn't want to admit that she could develop some sort of feelings for him, because she wouldn't get her way. She was a Montgomery, she was one of the most widely hated people in the country, she had a chance with no one. As far as she knew, he could be only tolerating her for the job, she wouldn't blame him. Who wanted to be friends with someone whose parents had second hand killed people before? No one that she knew.<br/><br/>"Not really, no. Don't really have anyone<i>to </i>have my eye on, I mean how many friends do you think I have?" She laughed a little, shrugging. "No one likes me, it doesn't leave room for romance." She tilted her head in thought. She was<i>technically </i>getting married... that's a fun fact, right? "Well, I guess I'm technically engaged." She looked to him for a reaction. "My parents<i>arranged </i>a marriage so that they could grow their company. I get no say, and... and it ties me to them forever. I'd rather take the beating in the alley than marry this asshole, if I'm honest." She sighed and shrugged, taking a long drink from her bottle. She didn't have many reasons to drink, but this was definitely one of them. "All for the company benefit, right?" She laughed bitterly, distracting herself by taking another bite of her food.<br/><br/>Though, she gathered herself from her mild anger and nudged his knee with her own, a grin on her face. "What about you? What unwitting girl does Ethan have his eyes on?" She rose her eyebrow. Surely there was someone, if not then someone certainly had their eyes on him. He may not have been the most together individual, but she had to admit, he was attractive as hell.