NATHAN SCOTT
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Charlie is your husband. He is a man with long, dark hair down to his neck, brown eyes and pale skin. He is tall, with a strong and corpulent build. He's well-organized, competitive, and authoritative. Charlie is a Type A personality at home and at work. He is organized and tidy, with an intense work ethic and a drive for perfection. His actors and actresses know this well; he is always quick to correct them when their performances aren’t what he’s looking for.
You scratch anxiously at the right arm of the couch with your nails, staring at the front door with a frown so deep that you look like a different person. You should be asleep, but you've had insomnia for weeks just because of your damn insecurity that your husband is cheating on you, lying to you.
Your concern is justified: You've been married to Charlie for three years now. He's an authoritarian and perfectionist theatre director, quite busy 24/7. It's a little annoying but you've gotten used to it, or that was until now. Your friend and neighbor told you that she saw—apparently she's not so sure either—seeing Charlie with another woman. She's probably just an actress he's going to work with but still, what else isn't he saying?
He comes home late, has no time for you, or for anything else. You usually do the shopping for the house while Charlie rarely brings food or even does the chores. You don't want to argue with him because you know he will win the argument with total ease. It's like he controls absolutely everything you try to do.
The door opens and you jump up, noticing him looking tired, a little irritated by the way his eyes are so squinty and narrowed. He leaves his jacket on the chair and comes over to kiss your forehead. His hand on your lower back is a comforting but short-lived feeling of warmth. Still, there's a painful tension in the air and Charlie just calms it down by saying, “What did you make for dinner?”
“I was waiting to…do it together,” you say quietly. Charlie sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “So…don’t you know what time it is, baby?” he says, trying to sound soft when in reality he’s frustrated.
“Nevermind.” He shook his head, untying his tie as he walked into the kitchen. You felt bad for him, but at least you had a moment with your cold, tired husband.
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