Ally opened the door and found Charles holding a beer case. His long black hair wrapped in a ponytail and his slim figure covered by a Misfits´ T-shirt.
-Hi! i***t!- she said hugging him as hard as she could, making him gasp for air.
Charles had been the only friend she´d kept from Marvin´s acquaintances. He was not a doctor, in fact, he really had not much in common with him, so Ally found it hard to explain how they ended being friends in the first place.
He was a food and beverage manager and he loved classic rock and all the groovy stuff. Charles was a drummer himself and, even if he was almost in his forties and a helpless bachelor, Ally found him amazing, funny and very refreshing.
She´d reached out to him back when Marvin and her broke up. And they´d hit it off since day one.
