Claire was just about to turn in for the night when she heard the door bell ring. Who could that be? she thought. She had only been back from California for a few hours, and had been too tired to call any of her friends to let them know she was home.

She put on her robe and slippers and went over to the window. When she looked out she saw an extremely attractive man with shaggy, dirty-blonde hair. He looked vaguely familiar but Claire just couldn't place him. She was slightly skeptical, but she moved to open the door anyway.

"Claire?" the man said, "Claire Littleton?"

"Y-y-yes," Claire stuttered. How did the man know her name?

"I'm Charlie Pace, I sat behind you on the plane back from Los Angeles," he said, answering her silent question.

Claire just stared at him blankly, obviously confused.

Charlie started again, "Um… I found this at the airport," he said, holding up a dirty pink carry-on bag. "It had your name and address on it and I live only a few streets away so I figured I'd just bring it over.

"Oh, uh, thank you," Claire said, grabbing the small bag from his hand.

They were both silent for a few moments.

"Well, uh, bye," Charlie said, feeling slightly awkward for just standing there. He turned around to get in his car.

"Wait," Claire said, "would you like to come in for some coffee?"

Charlie just smiled and nodded, and walked back into the house.

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"So, what were you doing in L.A.?" Claire asked as she set a steaming cup of coffee down in front of Charlie.

"I was there with my brother, Liam; we were working on songs for our band. Maybe you've heard of it. It's called Driveshaft."

Claire smiled politely and shook her head.

"Maybe this will remind you," Charlie said, then started singing part of his favorite song, "You All Everybody".

Claire couldn't help but giggle. Charlie stopped singing and smiled at Claire. "Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" Charlie teased, he obviously already new the answer.

"No, no, of course not!" she replied, with her thick Australian accent.

"Alright, alright," said Charlie, "I guess I can't expect EVERYONE to know who Driveshaft is." he paused, and when Claire didn't say anything he asked, "What were you doing in L.A.?"

Claire remained silent and shifted her eyes towards her feet, where her kitten was playing with the pom-pom on one of her slippers.

"You don't have to answer, it's ok," Charlie said, feeling quite awkward for the second time that night. "It's not my business anyway."

"No, no, it's okay," Claire finally responded, "it's just kind of hard for me to talk about."

"I understand."

"I want to tell you, I need to tell someone."

"Only if you're sure," Charlie didn't want to intrude.

Claire jumped right in, thankful for the chance to finally have someone to talk to. "I just had a baby, and a family in L.A. adopted him. His name is Aaron. I went to California to have Aaron and legalize everything, you know?" She stopped, and searched Charlie's face for his reaction. His face was like stone, betraying nothing of his feelings. Claire continued, "I still don't know if I made the right choice though, it's always so hard to know what's right."

"I know."

Claire looked at the clock, it was already 11:15. "Charlie, maybe you should get going, it's getting late, and I can already feel my jetlag kicking in."

"Yeah, sounds good," Charlie said as he stood up and put his coat on. He started to walk towards the door but then turned around and said, "It was nice meeting you Claire, and feel free to give me a call, you know, if you need someone to talk to or hang out with." He extended his hand, and Claire shook it.

"I will Charlie, thanks for everything. It's a good thing I dropped my carry-on," she replied, smiling at him.

"I guess it was Fate," Charlie said simply, and then he got in his car and drove away.