I couldn’t help but have a smile escape me, “I’m making some right now. Come and sit until it’s done,” Charlotte listened to me and began walking to my couch, “I see you don’t look like you got splattered on concrete.”

She stopped to swing her head around and glare at me, “I didn’t do it, okay?” she hissed.
I jumped onto my sofa, making sure to leave room for her, “Well why not?”
Charlotte sat in the chair furthest away from me, not looking me in the eye, “I was in the mood for coffee.”

I stared at her for a second, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just…the context sounded funny,” I panted as I continued to laugh. After a bit though I noticed that Charlotte wasn’t laughing with me, and I stopped and ran my fingers quick through my blonde hair, something I do when feeling awkward, “Soo…uhh I think the coffee might be done. I guess I’ll just go…uh…go and get it.”

Ok, laughing at sucidals…not a good idea I’ve realized.