Oscar+Charlotte 5: Oscar tries to figure out his feeling about Charlotte three months after their breakup.
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All right, talk me through your thought process. You were wearing a vest, I asked you if you wanted to get a drink at Langford's you said yes, then you changed into a different vest.
You know, I actually prefer the term "waistcoat." And historically...
Nope, that's enough.
What's wrong? Oh. Running into the ex-girlfriend. That can always be awkward.
Hello, Charlotte. Good to see you.
Where are you off to?
Oh, just, uh, going to get a drink. By myself. I'm drinking alone.
Okay, have fun. Tell Oscar I said. hi.
I will. If I'm not blotto.
Oh, look. It's Oscar the Crouch.
All right, look, here's the deal. It's been three months since Charlotte and I "pressed pause," or whatever she called it, and now whenever we see each other, it's weird. I don't know what to do with my hands or my arms or my nether regions.
So you just hide?
Or run. Or open an umbrella in front of my face. I've got options. Oh, no, here she comes.
Oh, wow! There he is right there.
So, what do you got going there, a little mail? Little mail action. I'm a male. Spelled differently. Doesn't matter.
Well, I should get going.
Yeah, you, too.
Oh, Oscar, look, I know this is hard for you, but you have got to move on and see other people. Come on, we'll talk about it over drinks.
I can't. I'm stuck.
This is the second time today that we've had to do this.
It's good to see you not hiding behind a desk. Or an umbrella.
You knew that was me?
It was a clear umbrella.
So, what are you doing here?
I realized you don't get a lot of shots at something like this, and I don't want to let it slip away. I see you're leaving the door open.
I guess I am.