It was all a huge blur at first. An event celebrating the last season of Stranger Things premiering on Netflix. Tons of people were there. This girl stuck out to Charlie, because she looked like she belonged, but not in the typical Hollywood way. Not in the way where she’s trying to fit some kind of stereotypical or societal trope.

Like she knows she belongs and doesn’t have to try to fit in. He liked that, he liked her. They started talking, laughing with one another. Getting along with her was effortless. One thing lead to another and they were in his hotel room.

The next morning, he woke up in his hotel room’s bed. He was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. He looked over and the girl from last night was asleep next to him, bare, save for his shirt, which she was wearing.

He smiled softly, heading to the coffee pot, to make some coffee for the two of them. No sooner than he made the coffee, she had vanished. Not like she slipped into the bathroom to shower. She was just gone. When he turned around to ask her how she liked her coffee, he found his shirt on the bed and her nowhere in sight.

She was gone and her things were gone, she had left without saying a word. It seems Charlie and her had two different definitions of what the night before had been. He had been planning to ask for her number, ask if she wanted to go out sometime.

Apparently she saw what happened between them as a one night stand. The first girl he’s genuinely liked in ages, gone. All he knows about her is her first name, a common name at that. It’ll be like finding a needle in a stack of needles. Well, shit.