Don't kiss her

Ethan plays dumb. "Uh, nope thats it."

"Hmm," Layla's shoulders relax, her massive chest slightly receding. "I see."

Suddenly, things get quiet and awkward.

After a beat that feels like an hour, Ethan decides he needs to remove himself before things get any worse. Pulling himself to his feet, he lets his mouth to the thinking. "Welp, thanks for that. Hate to talk and run, but I've got to go."

"Ah, yes." Layla stands, flattening out her shirt. "I appericiate you confiding in me. I hope we can do this again in the future." Leading Ethan to the door, she maintains a warm smile. If she's put out at all, she isn't showing it.

After some goodbyes, Ethan is on his way home, his brain playing catch up as he thinks about his choices.