"Sorry," he makes the next left as requested, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, nervous and awkward.

Chuck's quiet as they approach the restaurant. He could tell Raleigh his dating history, go into how instead of moving on or moving past anything, he kept looking for something that wasn't there. That wasn't Raleigh. And he'd get impatient and they'd get annoyed or angry or hurt and it just never worked.

"I mean," he starts, voice casual like none of it matters. "I'm not really looking for a serious thing."

And he shouldn't have said that, should let Raleigh believe that he's moved on, that there's nothing there any more.