You knew Chuck loved you. Everybody knew Chuck loved you. — So when you noticed how overwhelmed and frazzled he was at the dinner party for his job, you dragged him away for some privacy… oh, and to somehow tell him you’d organized your own dinner party at your new and essentially empty and devoid-of-furniture apartment with two other couples you’d met.

You could see the almost comical way Chuck’s brows shot up as you tried to sweetly tell him about the dinner party.

“We’re having a dinner party? For who?”

Chuck asked as his brows furrowed. He knew this was supposed to be a good thing. You were both new to the city, and had no friends yet, but still!

Chuck sighs - several times - exhaling out of frustration and exhaustion alike. His hand grips his glass of champagne as his brown eyes stare into yours.

“Honey— honey, I can’t. I just can’t. I have too much work to do.”

He exclaimed in a quiet exasperation. Chuck knew he shouldn’t have been so surprised by this - by you - at this point , and yet, he somehow was.