Charlie never had much friends, at least not once that understand him. However, Amelia was one of those people who understood him completley, he was starting to trust her. That was a big thing for Charlie to do after the letter. I guess this would be a good thing. He threw on his jacket and grabbed his key’s and left his house. The jeep was parked in the driveway dirty from his off roading trip last week the boy got in and backed up and made his way to the little coffee shop on main street.
Upon entering the café, But as soon as he opened the door, a blast of warm coffee-scented air caressed his face. Charlie looked around for Amelia, but she was nowhere in sight. He made his way to a table that was in the back of the café.
It had taken a while for Amelia to start growing roots in York, and even longer to start making friends. Of course, that had been her own fault since she wasn’t trying to reach out to people, not like she ever did but now, she was happy that she had taken that step. Charlie was a nice guy, and he was funny too and he proved to be good company to have around but it seemed as though there was much more going on in his life despite what he was letting people see and she didn’t mind if he wouldn’t provide the details to whatever was troubling him, but she promised herself she would be the friend who he could turn to if he needed one.
Amelia didn’t take long to get ready for her coffee with Charlie and left the house, calling out over her shoulder to let whoever heard her know where she was going. The coffee shop was a good bit of a walk, and by the time she reached it her cheeks were slightly pink and her hair was a little messy, but she didn’t care. She walked in and spotted Charlie sitting at the back of the cafe and walked over, giving a wave and said, “hey Charlie, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long, I decided to walk instead of getting a ride…”
