Charity really didn't have any plans for the evening after work. She would probably just head home and read until she fell asleep. Boring to some, enjoyable to Charity. She was a Ravenclaw after all. She sighed, wondering when she would learn to get a social life before she tried lifting the bin again. Still to heavy. Drat. Charity still had other tables to bus. She considered asking another co-worker for help but she didn't want to see weak, even if she was, physically at least.

It was when she felt the presence nearby and the kiss to the lip that Charity tensed. Her thoughts drifted to Tristan for a moment and she feared. But then she heard a voice that soothed everything in her. Every worry, concern, fear, anxiety, everything drifted away with the voice that she had been wanting to hear for week now.

"Tell me where it goes and," he smiled at her, "tell me when I get you to myself."

Charity let out a surprised yelp and blushed. "Oh! Gil!" She wanted to just throw her arms around him. "I wasn't expecting you!" He wasn't suppose to be in town, not for a bit at least. It was a definite welcomed surprise. Charity looked at the bin in Gil's arms and sighed. "I can do-" She stopped at the look he gave her and sighed again. "The kitchen." She pointed. He was already there. She followed him there and then shooed him out. She gave him the warmest smile she could offer him. "I have one more table to bus and then I am all yours." Charity pushed Gil into a seat at an empty table. "Wait here." She kissed him lightly on the cheek and then practically ran to the table she was meant to clean.

She wiped the table down, and cleared it and then hurried the best she could back to the kitchen. She took the apron she was wearing off and threw it in the dirty laundry load. She then checked with her supervisor to make sure that it as alright that she left. When everything was cleared Charity literally skipped over to Gil. "I am all yours." She told him excitedly. "I can't believe you're here!"