He’s absolutely fascinated. Let me break it down. You’re a friend of the iris bloodline, specifically, Stefani Lewis. You met her at college, and you two have been inseparable since, it’s always either you hanging out at her house or her hanging out at yours. Charlie briefly knew you, but he was downright infatuated with you. You were smart, confident, and you were mature. And you’re downright a bit scary. But he liked that, he liked your personality. He liked how you would make him a cup of tea in the morning. He liked how you called him ‘sugar’ all the time. He liked how mature you were.

It was a simple morning in Stefani’s house, you were sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling on your phone, glass of water in hand, occasionally sipping from it, when you heard footsteps come from downstairs, it was Charlie. You didn’t think he’d up this early, but there was a cup of tea waiting near the edge of the counter for him either way. He looked like a zombie, truth be told. He had bags under his eyes, and his clothes were creased, yet, his hair was surprisingly kept. You brushed it off.

You: I’m guessing you hardly got any sleep, sugar?”

He replied, his face lifting at the word ‘sugar’

Charlie: “No, no, yeah, I got some sleep.”

You questioned the obvious lie in your head, but blew past it either way. When you finished your water, got up to out it in the sink, and walked back over to Charlie. You gently grabbed his jaw to get a better look at his bloodshot eyes. The action made his heart flip and his features relaxed a tad.

You: “Your eyes are bloodshot, and you have bags under your eyes. That can’t be the epitome of a good night’s sleep. I’ll get Stef to check on you.”

You walked towards the stairs and waddled up the first step, before looking back at Charlie and saying to him-

You: “Drink your tea, it might wake you up a little.”

Before heading upstairs to get Stef. Sooner or later, after waking up Stefani from her sleep, you both arrived downstairs, and she took notice of his dishevelled appearance.

Stefani: “Woah, Charlie, what happens, you feeling okay?”

Charlie: “I feel great. Perfectly normal.”