On a 10+, you find her alone and ready.

If there was any time to go, it would be now. You were full, both of pizza and confidence, and you knew Charli's schedule well enough to know that she was just going to be loitering around her apartment for the next couple of hours. That was plenty of time to go down, visit, and mess about before going to meet up with Sarah. At best, you'd learn something new about whatever metamorphosis had afflicted you. At worst, you were going to get yelled at, maybe slapped.

"Worth the risk," you thought to yourself, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your keys.

The walk to Charli's apartment was nice. In early autumn, it was just warm enough to wear whatever you wanted and just cool enough to not sweat your balls off. Charli only lived a mile away, so you decided to take your time and to stop and smell the roses. To your great surprise, you found the smell to be amazing. You'd never cared much about flower before; they were fine and nothing more really needed to be said about them. As you walked, you caught a few more smells: someone grilling burgers on their porch, a blast of exhaust from a car driving down the street, the perfume of a female jogger as she jogged by. Was it not only taste, but smells were enhanced too? You remembered reading somewhere that taste and smell were closely linked. Basically the same, even. You smirked to yourself, reveling in a part of your basically useless but still unique pseudo-superpower.

The smirk was wiped away just as fast as it appeared as you passed a middle-aged man and his dog. The smell of shit hit you like a boxer's uppercut and you jogged away as quickly as possible, remembering not to get too full of yourself just yet.

You finally made it up to Charli's apartment complex, Towering Acres. It was a ridiculous name, but even so it was proudly displayed on the crappy little fountain that was right in front of the front doors. Charli's apartment was one window to the right from the front entrance, and it was always open as long as she was there. You made your way up to the window, thrust your head through the curtains, and yelled "ROOM SERVICE!"

To your left, you hear Charli shriek, then a loud THUMP. Her apartment wasn't very big, just a studio. Her open window was right next to her desk, so your head had appeared just inches away from hers. Of course she was surprised. "Wha- OWEN, YOU ASSHOLE," she shouted from the ground.

"No, no, don't get up. I'll let myself in," you joked, clambering through the window. As you attempted to angle yourself in such a fashion to squeeze through, you turned to look at your... acquaintance? Target? Former gropebuddy? All three of them were equally valid.

Charli was staring back up at you as you climbed through, her brown eyes staring daggers at you. She wasn't much older than you, somewhere in her mid-20s, and she was dressed as she usually was: lightly, casually, but still hella cute. Today was just a baggy t-shirt and some yoga pants. Her t-shirt had the collar pulled to the side, showing off her right shoulder and, subsequently, her tattoo. She had mentioned it excitedly the first time you mentioned it. It looked just like a jagged line, but it was actually her path of her quarter-year-long hiking trip through the Appalachian Mountains.

As you finished squirming your way through, you stepped over to her and extended a hand. Still pissed, she looked up at you, blowing a strand of coppery hair out of her face, and took the assistance. You lifted her up pretty easily (Charli was a good deal shorter than you, probably just about 5'4", and ridiculously fit) and got your just desserts as she used the momentum to give you a light shoulder tackle. "You jerk!" she stated as though it was indisputable fact. Based on the reason you were her, you had to agree.

"Sorry, sorry," you apologized, not meaning a word of it. "I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in. I never expected-"

"You never expected that I'd be the one who dropped, huh?" Charli quipped, finish your bad joke before you got the opportunity. The stupid look on your face as your comedic moment was stolen was enough to clear the air and cause her to laugh. "Don't try and pull that C-tier shit on me, dude. Step it up," she teased, patting you on the shoulder with faux condescension. You were about to speak back when she continued, walking towards the door. "At any rate, I don't have much time today. I've got some stuff that I've got to get done so, while it was nice seeing you, you've gotta go. I'll walk you out."

And there it was. She'd been blowing you off for weeks now. It was one thing to just say no, it was another to dance around the issue like it didn't exist. Today, you were going to put your foot down.

"Actually, you want me to stick around for a while," you say, feeling the words slip by your tongue. Charli slows her walk for a moment, shaking her head, before turning back to you. This time, you decided to be the one to cut her off, but now with a statement. A command.

"Get naked, Charli."