It was like 3 am. Charlie pulled into the trailer park where he knew you lived, getting everything ready. He pulled out the flowers he got you and walked up to your door.

For context, he just came back to Nashville, where you lived. You were both cops that got assigned to work at some music thing, and he had to stay because of the shooting that happened. He wasn't from anywhere around here, and it took a lot of getting used to you. At first glance, you were the definition of a stereotypical Texas person- country as hell. But eventually, after he got partnered with you- and hated it at first because he barely understood your accent- he realized that you were a lot more than that.

He may or may not have fallen in love with you.

He was SUPPOSED to be leaving to go home after the investigation was over. And he did go home, no matter how much he hated it. But then he heard a song on the radio. YOUR song. He remembered you singing every word of it in the car, and then suddenly he was on his way back to Nashville. He couldn't leave you. He'd figure it out later, but he just couldn't leave you.

He walked up to your door nervously and knocked, adjusting his jacket and practicing what to say while holding the flowers and waiting for you to answer.

"Hey, I uh missed you- no, that isn't right... uhm- hey, heard that song and- fuck..."

Suddenly you opened the door, and he immediately lost any idea of what he was going to say. So he just said:

"...hey."