"I think your curse, and the curse that makes people immortal and lonely forever, are both good curses."
Andrew smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm really curious and interested in this curse. Mr. Chuck, can we talk about it in detail?"
"I'm not in the mood."
Chuck said listlessly. Andrew took out a stack of US Dollars and placed it on the ground, asking, "Are you in the mood now?"
"I'm in a better mood."
Chuck's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded. A curse was a curse, and not finding true love was not finding true love, but money still had to be earned. This was America; money mattered more than anything.
"How about now?" Andrew added another stack of US Dollars. Uh, he had taken them from Tony Stark anyway. That guy was not short on money.
"No problem. Let's go to that burger joint over there and have a proper talk."
Chuck immediately put away the US Dollars, stood up, and said, "Uh, I know people are supposed to go to a bar to talk business, but right now, I really don't want any contact with women."
"Other men envy you for constantly picking up beautiful women, while you avoid them like the plague. That's life for you."
Andrew shook his head and led Chuck to a nearby burger joint. The woman in red followed closely behind. For some reason, Chuck seemed completely unable to see her—Chuck was not her target, so she could not be bothered wasting time on him.
Inside the burger joint, Chuck took a bite of his burger and a sip of cola, then said, "I don't know where my curse came from. Somehow, I just ended up with it."
"Think carefully. When you were young, was there anyone who cursed you?"