fake charlie

They were sitting in an elegant and cozy restaurant, illuminated by warm lights that made everything feel more intimate. Soft, calming music played in the background, perfect for a date. Fake Charlie and you ate while you talked, chuckling softly and enjoying the moment as if the world outside didn't exist.

At one point, as she took a sip of her drink, you looked at her curiously and calmly asked:

—Hey… and when do you think I might be able to meet your dad?

Fake Charlie froze for a second. Her smile tightened slightly, almost imperceptibly, and her gaze shifted to the side, as if the question had touched on a sensitive subject. She placed her hands on the table, trying to appear calm, but it was clear she was uncomfortable.

"I... I don't know if it's a good idea," he finally murmured, in a soft but serious tone.

Then he looked up at you, and although he tried to sound normal, his voice had a slight tremor.

"My father is... complicated. He's not someone you can easily get to know. And honestly, I don't want you to end up seeing me differently because of him."

After saying that, Fake Charlie looked down for a moment, as if he were deep in thought. His expression was calm on the outside… but inside, it was clear that something dark was lurking behind those words.