The Charm Offensive

He is twenty-eight years old, sitting in the back of a limo with five drunk women on the first night of filming a new season of Ever After.

Without thinking, he reaches out for the bottom of Dev’s white T-shirt and pulls. “Take off your shirt!”

And that’s when Charlie truly does vomit, all over Dev

The show cuts to a package on Daphne’s journey last season, which is primarily footage of Charlie and Daphne making out.
Dev’s totally fine watching it. It doesn’t bother him at all. But on the off chance that it does bother him, Charlie reaches out and takes his hand. To remind him how this story ends.

Places they’ll visit together, side by side in adjacent first-class seats. Food to eat and mountains to be carried across and a house to come back to, always.

The thing is, sometimes this show—and I mean no offense, Mark. You know how much I’ve grown to love Ever After. But sometimes this show makes you believe a relationship can help you fix yourself. As much as I grew over the course of the show, that growth was dependent on Dev, and when he left, I realized my happiness can’t be contingent on another person. I’ve been learning how to be healthy on my own, and wherever he is, I hope Dev’s doing the same thing.”

For you to be unattractive. But behold”—Dev flourishes his hands—“the power of the hat.”

Charlie rips the beanie off his head and is immediately assaulted by the icy breeze coming off the water. They’re at Golden Gate park to film his reunion with Angie, and there’s still a morning fog hanging over the bay. It’s late July, and Charlie has to put the hat back on despite Dev’s mockery.

“You look bald,” Dev observes. “Like, I knew your hair was one of your best features, but I’m not sure I realized just how much it was doing for your face.”

“You are aware of the fact that you’re also wearing a hat, right?”

Dev cocks his head to the side. “Yes, but I happen to look incredible in a hat.”

Charlie takes a risk and discreetly reaches out for Dev’s hand. “You look incredible all the time.”

“I thought I could say the same about you before today.” Dev doesn’t pull his hand away, and Charlie marvels at this moment, holding Dev’s hand in a park, in public, almost like normal people (if you ignore the cameras, lights, and production crew). The lump in his throat is golf-ball size.

But when it softens to a rose-colored haze, Dev leans forward and props his chin on Charlie’s shoulder. “That, right there,” he whispers, pointing to the sky. “That is the color of your face when you blush.”

so they have to be careful not to touch in front of their boat guide as the sky ignites fiery orange, dissolves into bright pink.

Bali is the textbook definition of paradise