<span class="bbc_u">Charlotte w/ Matthew</span><br/><br/>Charlotte cocked her head to the side as he spoke about his major.<strong>"I admire anybody who can write. I speak extremely well, but when I try to put those words on paper it comes out sounding like I'm a fourth grader."</strong>A small smile turned up the corners of her full lips, her eyes scanning his face.<strong>"So, I wish you the best on that. It takes talent."</strong>Charlotte adjusted her position, one leg thrown up on the back of the couch, one with a bent knee still resting on the cushion. Her shirt draped in between her legs, the only thing currently covering her sex from his view.<strong>"I'm majoring in clinical psychology. Most people think that I'm not going to be able to do anything with it, but I have faith. Anywho, what are we watching?"</strong>Her eyes searched his for a minute, then turned to the TV, not really comprehending what was going on as she hadn't been previously paying attention.