BLT

“I’ll have the BLT,” Ethan answers, going with his favorite.

“Coming right up.” The older lady walks away, not bothering to write down the order.

“Same as always I see,” Charlie chuckles. “So about last night…”

Ethan lets out a short sigh. “What about it?” He suspects he’s about to get his balls broken for not keeping up.

“That was fun. I missed hanging out with you.” Charlie smiles, her face lighting up.

“Ah, oh. Yeah,” Ethan shifts in his seat. “I missed hanging out with you too.” He’s not lying, genuinely enjoying her company, even with her going to extra on occasion.

“But I could have sworn you and Ash used to hang out.” Charlie scratches her head, thinking. “Ah well, whatever.{if Ashley =true} She likes you by the way. You two should hangout sometime.{endif}{if Ashley =false} No offense, but you didn't make much of an impression on her.{endif}”

“Oh yeah,” Ethan thinks back on the evening, wondering how that happened.

“Mhm,” Charlie sips her coffee. “So. You single?”

Ethan pauses, giving Charlie a suspicious stare. Ashley suspected her sister tried to set them up before, and the question seemed a little out of left field.

“Officially, yes…” Ethan answered, taking a sip from his own coffee.

“And unofficially?” Charlie leans in, her mouth turning into a devious smirk.

“Unofficially…” Ethan thinks about how to answer. {if Heather Affection >59}“Me and my ex are still talking. I don’t know what’s going on with it, but…” he shrugs. “Things don’t seem to be going bad.{endif}{if Alex Kiss 2 =true}“I might have met somebody, but…” Ethan didn't want to get ahead of himself. “We’re not together.{endif} Yeah, so still single…”

“Aha…” Charlie leans back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Need me to be your wingwoman?”

“No.” Ethan declares flatly.

“What? Come on, I can introduce you to so many hot, single ladies in our area.”

“Like your sister?” Ethan frowns, making sure Charlie gets the joke isn't a slight against Ashley.

“Eh,” Charlie shrugs. “I don’t think she’s your type.”

“Oh, so you know my type, huh?” Ethan sips his coffee. “So, what’s my type, again? Just so I know.”

Charlie lets out a small chuckle. {if Ashley =true}“Well, she might be. I can’t say for sure…{endif}{if Ashley =false}“Nah, she ain't for you. Trust me.{endif} Let’s just say I have it on good authority she’s not most guy’s type.”

“What? She’s smart, beautiful, well dre-”

“Beautiful?” Charlie raises a brow. “You realize we’re twins right? So you know what you’re saying, right?”

“Ah,” Ethan’s throat closes, words unable to pass. A younger Charlie used to hit boys for saying that sort of thing.

Snickering. Charlie waves it off, Ethan feeling his throat open. “We’re not identical.”

“You look it…” Ethan mutters, really tempting fate.

Charlie’s lips turn into a flat line. “Trust me. Not identical. Oh hey, food!”