Charlie was in the middle of cleaning and straightening things up ready to open. Standing at the bar, she was slicing limes and lemons, her hair swept up into a top-knot on top of her head. When he walked in, she looked up, eyebrows arched. There was a moment when she wished she'd put on a clean t-shirt this morning.
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Date: 2012-03-31 04:39 pm (UTC)"Oh, you are, are you?"