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Started May 19, 2022 by @FanfictionFanatic group

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Charlotte looked up at the sound of the slamming door and gave a warm welcoming smile. “Hello, sir. Here for a meal or are you in need of a room?” she asked, leaning forward slightly as she took in the man’s appearance.

Rodney jumped back at the voice. "Oh, by the gods, you scared me!" He sighed, brushing his hair out of his face. Rodney was thin, looking almost skin and bones, with dirty blonde hair and pale green eyes. "So sorry to intrude, just needed to get out of the street."

Charlotte gave a brief embarrassed giggle at his reaction before quickly apologizing. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn't mean to startle you. I thought you were a traveler.” she explained since travelers were some of the inn’s best customers. Plus, his slightly disheveled look gave her the impression that he was on the road a lot.

He waved her off with a smile. "Ah, don't worry. If I had read the sign, I probably wouldn't have been so frightened." He cleared his throat and took a look around. "Cozy little place you've got here."

“Thank you, sir.” Charlotte smiled back politely. “Though it's not really mine. I just work here.” she explained, fixing that same wild strand of hair again.
Charlotte was considered to be about average height with a more curvaceous build and warm brown eyes. She wasn't a vain person, though she did still like to look her best, but she knew that many customers considered her to be attractive.

“Thank you, sir.” Charlotte smiled back politely. “Though it's not really mine. I just work here.” she explained, fixing that same wild strand of hair again.
Charlotte was considered to be about average height with a more curvaceous build and warm brown eyes. She wasn't a vain person, though she did still like to look her best, but she knew that many customers considered her to be attractive.

Rodney flashed a warm smile. "Nonsense. You put the work in, you deserve to call it at least partially yours." He stepped further in, letting himself relax a little more. He could stop for a little bit, it may help get the guards off his trail for a while.

Charlotte felt herself blush at his words and let out another soft giggle. “Well… Perhaps a little. I do care about this place.” she admitted, casting a glance around the inn. “If you need anything while you're here, just let me know.”

"Of course. And you are…?" He gestured for her name, raising an eyebrow. This woman seemed nice enough, he was glad to see a friendly face after so long without one. It'd be nice to maybe actually have a meal without worrying about being stabbed in the back.

“Oh, my name is Charlotte.” she answered with a warm smile. “It's nice to meet you, sir.” she added politely, hoping he would tell her his name without having to ask for it.

"Ah, of course. Rodney James, m'lady. I hope to make your acquaintance." He bowed with a bit of dramatic flair, as was typical of him.

Charlotte giggled again, finding his theatrics quite cute. And he did seem to be a bit of a charmer as well. Not that she minded, in fact, she believed that Rodney’s visit would make work much more interesting today.

He straightened up with a smile. "Now, I do believe you offered food? I haven't had a proper meal in a while, let alone a home-cooked one. So what do you say? What's on the menu this fine evening?"

“Oh, of course. Anything for a weary traveler.” she smiled, welcoming him to come in. “Please. Make yourself comfortable. We have a wide variety of options. Do you have anything in particular that you would like?”

"Well, my mother had the most delicious meatloaf. I've been searching for years for something that mimicks it. Maybe you'll take the challenge?"

“I think I can whip up something like that.” Charlotte smirked, giving a little wink. “Anything to drink?

"Anything you think is best." He laughed, taking a seat at one of the tables with a sigh of relief.

“Coming right up.” she nodded before heading back towards the kitchen. It really wouldn't take too long to get the meal together as the inn already had many already prepared.

Rodney settled in his seat, tracing over the carvings in the worn tables and imagining a story for each one. His imagination was sometimes a little too active.