Just as she sent the message, an almost immediate response came from the opposite side.
It was a straightforward single word reply.
"Okay."
Charlotte put her phone down and leaned back contemplatively. The place had been tidied up by Justin Battleson. He rose from the ground, wiped his hands with a piece of tissue, and sat down beside Charlotte, slipping his hand around her slender waist without a word.
His chin, slightly stubbled with bluish green bristles, brushed against her neck.
Charlotte tickled, instinctively shifted away, he seemed to have predicted her reaction, slowly caught her shoulder while his voice sounded a bit worn-out.
"Don't move, just let me lean on you."
There was a lot going on at the company recently; he had to put in extra hours every day. The only thing he looked forward to was seeing Charlotte after work.
Charlotte hesitated for a few seconds, then gently patted his back, showing the patience of lulling a child to sleep.
Sweet dreams.