Erin laughed along as Carlos answered her questions. She paid the clerk and took the bag off of her, slipping the receipt inside before bringing her attention back to her new friend.<br/><br/>"Telling you my seat number would be boring. Just look for the red hair." She teased, walking out of the shop and onto the street - completely forgetting her mug that was on the counter. "Saturday. 6:30. Big downtown Theater." She repeated, confirming the details. She pulled the bag over her hand and hung it off her shoulder, pausing for a moment to look him over once more. "Well, see you Carlos." She smiled.<br/><br/>The redhead turned around, beginning to walk down the street and towards her apartment. After a couple of seconds, she turned around, walking backwards and waving her hand to him. "Oh, I forgot! Break a leg!" She shouted, before turning around once again and walking down the street, blending in with the crowd.<br/><br/>Once she got home, Charlie was sat on the sofa, eating the bacon Erin had left in the pan. "You took your time." She greeted her, sitting forward. "It's almost like you're unconcerned with the deadline you have on Monday." She reminded her, eyes trailing down to look at her pajama pants. "Is that coffee?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, this guy bumped into me and I spilled my co- argh! My mug." She muttered, putting her hand to her head.<br/><br/>"You are the most forgetful person I know." Charlie laughed, standing up and heading to the kitchen sink to wash up the plates.<br/><br/>"If you'd have seen the guy that bumped into me, you'd understand." She smirked.