"Charlotte?" Justin Battleson murmured softly.
"It's me." Charlotte Thompson nodded, this was the first time she had seen Justin like this.
But Justin seemed somewhat uncertain and called out again, furrowing his brows, "Charlotte..."
Patiently Charlotte responded, intending to turn around and pour a glass of water for Justin, but unexpectedly, he pulled her into his embrace.
The faint scent of alcohol mixed with the fresh mint smell from Justin invaded Charlotte's nostrils, competing for her attention.
Charlotte felt Justin's arms tighten around her.
Yet this made Charlotte vaguely feel that something was off with Justin.
"Charlotte..." Justin, with his head lowered, buried his cheek in the nape of Charlotte's neck, whispering softly.
"Mhm."
Charlotte replied quietly, "What's wrong..."
Before Charlotte could finish her sentence, Justin spoke softly in her ear, "Let me hold you for a while."
Charlotte rested her palm on Justin's back, remaining silent.