The theater lights dimmed, and the movie began. Charlie sat back in his seat, relaxed, one arm resting casually on the armrest. In his hand, a bucket of popcorn. No wandering hands. No suggestive whispers. No sideways glances. Just… watching the movie.
Lisa wasn't used to this.
At first, she leaned back too, waiting for the inevitable. Any second now, Charlie Harper would pull one of his moves. The classic yawn-and-stretch to sling an arm over her shoulder. The "accidental" knee bump that lingered just a little too long. The lean-in whisper with some ridiculous line about how he "couldn't focus on the movie with her looking so good."
But… nothing.
He just sat there, laughing at the funny parts, sipping his soda like a normal person. Normal. Charlie Harper. The words didn't belong in the same sentence.
Lisa shifted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. Maybe he was waiting for the right moment. Maybe he was pacing himself. She brushed her hair back, letting it fall over her shoulder, glancing sideways at him.
Nothing.
Her mind started racing.
'Is it me?'
She subtly checked her reflection on her phone screen, pretending to check the time. Lip gloss? Still shiny. Mascara? Perfect. Hair? On point.
Okay, so it wasn't the makeup.
'Maybe it's the dress.'
She glanced down. Tight jeans. Low-cut top. This was her A-game. The kind of outfit that usually made Charlie drool like a dog watching a steak commercial.
And yet… nothing.
Her eyebrows knitted together. What the hell was going on?
She leaned back again, arms crossed, staring at the screen without really watching it. Her mind was too loud.
'Maybe he's tired. Or maybe he's seeing someone. Or maybe…'
She glanced at him again. He laughed at something on the screen. Genuinely. Like he was actually paying attention to the movie.
That's when it hit her.
'Oh my God. He's not into me anymore.'
Her stomach dropped. She hated how fast that thought spiraled. She wasn't the type to get insecure over one guy, especially not Charlie Harper. But this wasn't normal. This was weird.
She straightened in her seat slightly, brushing her hair back again. A little more obvious this time. Still nothing.
Lisa frowned. Her mind flooded with questions.
'Is he mad at me? Did I do something? Did I get older without realizing it?'
She casually sniffed her shirt. No, it smelled fine. Coconut body lotion, just like always.
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, tapping her fingers on the armrest.
'Maybe I should say something.'
Then the realization hit her...
'Why the hell am I thinking all there? We broke up and... Wait a minute! Am I still in love with him? Is this why I am still single after we broke up six months ago?'
As the credits rolled and the theater lights slowly brightened, Lisa barely noticed. She sat there, staring blankly at the screen, her thoughts louder than the soundtrack.
Six months. It had been six months since she and Charlie broke up. And yet here she was — spiraling because he didn't try to grab her thigh in a dark theater. She wasn't supposed to care. They had been casual. Fun. No strings. No expectations. That was how Charlie Harper operated… right?
Then why did it feel like she'd just lost something she didn't even know she wanted?
"Good movie," Charlie said beside her, standing up and stretching. He looked genuinely relaxed. No awkward body language. No sneaky side glances. Just… normal.
Lisa blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. "Yeah," she said, standing up and smoothing her jeans. "Good movie."
They made their way down the aisle, following the slow-moving crowd toward the exit. Lisa kept sneaking glances at him. He seemed… different. The old Charlie would've made at least three inappropriate jokes by now. He would've leaned in too close, dropped some smooth (or not-so-smooth) line, and suggested going back to his place.
But this Charlie? He was walking beside her like a perfectly respectful gentleman.
She hated how much it was driving her crazy.
"So…" Charlie said as they reached the parking lot. "That was fun."
"Yeah," Lisa nodded. She shoved her hands in her pockets, rocking on her heels slightly. "Fun."
They stood there for a beat too long. The awkward kind. The kind where someone's supposed to make a move.
Charlie smiled. "Well, I should head home. Early morning tomorrow."
Lisa blinked. "Early morning?"
"Yeah. Thought I'd go for a run."
She nearly choked. "A run?"
He chuckled. "Yeah. You know… exercise? Fresh air? It's this new thing I'm trying."
Lisa narrowed her eyes. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with Charlie Harper?"
Charlie laughed. "Oh, come on. I wasn't that bad."
She folded her arms. "You once told me you considered walking to the fridge 'cardio.'"
He shrugged. "Well, people change."
Lisa tilted her head. "Do they?"
Charlie hesitated. For a second, Markus slipped through. He could see the way Lisa was looking at him, confused, maybe even a little hurt. It wasn't her fault. She was expecting the old Charlie Harper. The man who treated relationships like fast food... convenient, satisfying at the moment, but ultimately disposable.
But that wasn't who he was. Not anymore.
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. Sometimes they do."
She stared at him for a moment. "You're serious."
"Yeah."
Lisa exhaled slowly. "Okay… so what changed?"
He shrugged. "Just… life."
That wasn't a lie. Just not the full truth.
She studied him carefully. "You're different."
"Is that bad?"
"No," she admitted. "It's just… weird."
Charlie smiled. "Weird can be good."
She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Maybe."
They stood there again... another beat too long.
"Well…" Charlie rubbed his hands together. "I guess I'll see you around."
Lisa blinked. "Yeah… sure." She hesitated. "Unless… you want to grab a drink or something?"
Markus froze.
A drink. Classic Charlie Harper would've jumped at that. A few shots, some witty banter, and by the end of the night, they'd be back at his place. That's how this was supposed to go. But that wasn't the plan. He wasn't trying to be that guy anymore.
"Nah! As I said before, I'm trying to cleanse. So, no drinks. I kinda enjoying this new crap-free life. Well, see ya around," With that Charlie left.
[Lisa's Apartment — Night]
Lisa tossed her keys onto the counter and flopped onto the couch with a frustrated sigh. The TV flickered in the background, but she wasn't paying attention. Her mind was still in that damn movie theater parking lot.
Charlie Harper, the king of smooth talk and bad decisions, had just turned down drinks. Drinks. With her.
She kicked off her shoes, slouching deeper into the cushions. "Unbelievable," she muttered.
Something wasn't right.
This wasn't just "Charlie trying to be healthy." This wasn't a phase. This felt… calculated. Like a game. And if there was one thing Lisa hated more than being ignored, it was being played.
She reached for her phone on the coffee table, scrolling through old photos of them together. The beach, the bar, that one time he tried to grill burgers and almost set his deck on fire. She stared at the screen, frowning.
"This is bull," she said to herself. "He's messing with me."
Charlie Harper didn't turn down women. He didn't go for runs. He didn't cleanse. If he was acting this way, it had to be for one reason... To make her chase him.
"Well, two can play that game."
Lisa sat up straighter, pulling her hair into a messy bun. If Charlie wanted to act all mysterious and evolved, she was going to find out just how real this "new and improved" version of him was. Maybe he thought he could dangle the whole "I'm a better man" thing in front of her to keep her interested.
No way.
She grabbed her phone again and set an early alarm. 5:30 a.m. If he was serious about this whole "fresh air and running" thing, she'd catch him in the act.
Or, more likely, she'd find him sneaking a girl out the back door, hungover, trying to save face. Either way, she'd get her answers.
Lisa smirked, tossing the phone onto her nightstand. "Alright, Harper. Let's see what game you're playing."
She climbed into bed, pulling the blankets over her, but sleep didn't come easy. Her mind kept drifting back to him. The way he'd smiled — not in that cocky, flirty way he usually did. It had been… genuine. Like he was actually happy.
Lisa groaned, turning over. "Nope. Not falling for it."
She closed her eyes, determined.
Tomorrow morning, she was going to find out the truth.
...
[Let's go back a few hours...]
[Movie Theater]
Rose was a master of disguise. Well… in her mind, anyway. In reality, she looked like a sitcom character trying to dodge paparazzi... oversized sunglasses, a baseball cap pulled low, and a hoodie that was at least two sizes too big. She'd been trailing Charlie for hours, lurking in the shadows like a lovesick ninja.
It was a habit she'd perfected over the years. Checking in on him. Making sure he was "okay." Not that he ever noticed. He never did. But that was fine. True love was about patience.
And tonight? Tonight was perfect.
She spotted him at the concession line first. Alone. No blonde clinging to his arm. No booze on his breath. He looked... healthy. Almost happy. She bit her lip, heart fluttering.
But then… her.
Lisa.
Rose's smile dropped faster than a bad stock. She ducked behind a popcorn machine, peeking around the corner like a cartoon villain. Lisa was standing there, hair perfect, laugh too loud, leaning just a little too close.
'Oh, hell no.'
Rose's eyes twitched as she watched them talk. Lisa laughed at something Charlie said, playfully touching his arm. He didn't pull away. Rose clenched her teeth so hard she swore she heard a crack.
But then… something interesting happened.
Charlie didn't flirt back. No jokes. No winks. No leaning in. He just… talked. Like they were friends.
Rose blinked. "What the...?"
She grabbed her popcorn, paid the cashier without looking (and probably handed over a twenty instead of a ten), and followed them inside.
[Inside the Theater]
Rose picked the perfect spot. Three rows behind them, dead center. She slouched low in her seat, peeking between two heads like a professional stalker.
At first, she waited for the inevitable. Any second now, Charlie would make his move. He'd whisper something suggestive. His hand would "accidentally" brush Lisa's thigh. He'd pull the old "Oh, I'm out of popcorn, better lean over you" trick.
But it never happened.
Nothing.
For two hours, Charlie sat there. Normal. Polite. Not once did he try to sleep with Lisa with his eyes.
Rose's heart swelled.
'Oh my God. He's changed. He's really changed.'
Her eyes sparkled with adoration as she hugged the popcorn bucket to her chest. Of course. Of course, he was acting differently. He wasn't ignoring Lisa because he wasn't interested…
He was ignoring Lisa because he was thinking about her.
'Oh, Charlie... you wonderful, thoughtful man.'
She wiped a happy tear from the corner of her eye. This wasn't just a movie night. This was proof. Proof that he was finally ready. Finally maturing. Finally… hers.
And then, it got better.
[Outside]
Rose stayed far enough back to blend in with the crowd but close enough to hear every word. Her heart raced with anticipation.
Lisa was lingering. Obviously. Trying to bait him. She practically threw herself at him with that lame drink offer. Rose rolled her eyes so hard she nearly gave herself vertigo.
And then…
"No drinks. I'm kinda enjoying this new crap-free life. Well, see ya around."
Rose gasped. Hand to heart. Knees weak.
He turned her down.
He actually turned her down.
It took everything in Rose not to scream with joy. She clapped her hands together in front of her mouth, bouncing slightly on her heels.
"Oh my God, he's doing it," she whispered to herself. "He's really doing it. He's saving himself... for me."
It was the only logical explanation. Why else would Charlie Harper, the playboy, the womanizer, turn down a late-night drink with Lisa of all people?
Because he was thinking about her.
She replayed the scene in her mind, heart fluttering with every second. The way he smiled so calmly. The way he walked away confidently, not even looking back. He was a changed man. A mature man. A man who had finally realized where his heart belonged.
"Oh, Charlie," she sighed dreamily. "You don't have to hide it anymore."
She started walking toward her car.
Tomorrow she would let him know she understood.
No more hiding.
She pulled out her phone and started typing a text.
To: Charlie Harper
Hey, Charlie. I saw you tonight… and I just want you to know... I'm so proud of you. I know how hard it is to change, but you're doing it. For us. I love you. 💖
She hovered over the "send" button for a second, then smiled.
"No… too soon," she whispered. "I'll wait until morning... Maybe a couple of weeks. Humm... Probably a couple of years till I make him mine."
She deleted the message, humming softly to herself as she got into her car. As she started the engine, a new thought crossed her mind.
If Lisa was still sniffing around… she might need to intervene.
But gently. She didn't want to seem jealous. No. Just… protective.
She smiled to herself.
"Don't worry, Charlie. I'll keep you safe. From everyone."
And with that, Rose drove off into the night, humming the wedding march under her breath.
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