Telling The Truth

"Is there anything further to say?" Charles's head was cocked inquisitively, he stood back, and he cleared the back of his throat before asking Sharon a question. After he'd gotten his bearings, he joined her in the kitchen for some dinner. He sat down and ordered some bread and pasta to go with his meal. Sharon raised an eyebrow at him before grinning as he passed on the salad. A few weeks of not feeling hungry had finally caught up to her.

"Cider?" Holding out the bottle, she questioned him as she poured herself a drink. "Let me know if you'd want to join me for a beer."

  "Cider is delicious," Charles started eating. He closed his eyes and sighed blissfully as the food struck his tongue. It was a good meal because he had a taste for fine cuisine.

"I wanted to talk to you" got stuck in Sharon's throat and she had to stop. She didn't know how to bring it up or express it.