1It all started with a trip to Home Depot. Charlotte Butler's father was an eccentric, always sending her to various stores across town to fetch items. On this particular trip, she was purchasing a single lightbulb, some paint, AAA batteries, a slab of wood, and a box of daisies. The daisies were her choice.
She was innocently standing there, looking at lightbulbs, wondering if she could just buy one. In the middle of this thought, something fell on her head. She toppled over. "W-Wha...!?"
"Oh my God, are you okay!?" A dark-haired guy that looked around her age darted down the stairs from the ladder platform about 20 feet above her. He held out his hand.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine... Thank you," she looked at his nametag, "Hayden." She took his hand, pulling herself up.
"Crap, I'm so sorry - that was all my fault. I was up late studying for an exam and I guess I just nodded off...? Gah, I'm rambling..." He sighed, running his left hand through his hair.
She giggled, sticking out her hand. "I'm Charlotte. Charlotte Butler."
"Lovely. I'm, well, Hayden. Hayden Campbell." He shook it.
"It's very nice to meet you, Hayden." She smiled at him.
"Likewise. Now, is there ANYTHING I can do for you?" He practically begged her.
Charlotte was quiet for a minute. "You could give me your number and come over sometime." She decided.
"That sounds like a fair trade, as long as you promise you're not a crazy ax murderer." He grinned.
"Right. Here, write it down. Dinner, my house. Tomorrow. I'll text you." She handed him a notebook and a pen.
And the rest is history.