oh that’s hot…” Alice replied. Humming a tune whilst putting odds and ends away whilst he waited for his food to be done. Standing around 6ft tall and about 16st he isn’t the trimmest lad around but not what you would call fat neither. Alice came to Charlie and whispered to him. “By the time I get into London from here It’ll be around 1200 and the last train leaves at 1215. I couldn’t let you do that” She replied “I can’t expect you to give up your bed for me”. Charlie collected a pillow and a spare duvet from the wardrobe. “Could you not make your way home? Charlie said to her, trying to lift the woman’s spirits. “I didn’t know whether you had either so thought it be best to let you do that” he said. Alice made her way over to the fridge and opened it up, light pouring out blinding both Alice and Charlie.
