Downstairs

As he reaches the ground floor, Ethan smells something cooking.

Finding his way to the kitchen, he sees Layla making what he immediately knows by smell to be...

"Pancakes?"

Layla looks over her shoulder, smiling. "Mhm! Hope you're hungry. Have a seat."

Ethan sits, watching her. She's fully dressed, which shouldn't be surprising, except she looks far to put together for such an early hour. She's wearing a dress/cardigan combo, and her hair is pulled back and pinned up. Dressed like that she looks like she's going out.

Turning towards him, she walks over, setting a very large portion of pancakes in front of him. "Eat up! Not to rush you, but I have to leave for work..." she looks at the clock on the wall, "Oh! Very soon."

"Work?" Ethan reaches for a knife and fork set out for him already. "You have a job?"

Layla giggles, returning to the stove. "Of course, silly. What? I have pay the bills somehow."

"Huh," Ethan cuts into the pancakes, "Makes sense... What do you do?" He pops some pancake in his mouth, his eyes going wide. "Oh shit..."

Layla looks over her shoulder, smiling. "Good, huh? Took years to get it right." she walks back to the table with a plate of her own. As she sits, Ethan notes her portion is much smaller than his.

"Is that enough?" Ethan points to her plate, speaking between mouthfuls.

"Mhm," Layla gets to work on her pancakes, eating quickly. "At my age fat has a tendency to rest where I don't want it."

Ethan eyes her chest skeptically.

Layla eats quickly, finishing so far ahead of Ethan he shame eats faster once she stands up. He's eating so fast, he doesn't get a chance to reask his question on where she works when it dawns on him that she didn't answer.

She cleans up at the shove and sink while he finishes, letting out a deep sigh. Feeling full, he hopes he didn't stuff himself too much. "Thank you, that was... Really, really good."

"You're very welcome." Layla grabs her purse, "Not to kick you out but," she shrugs. "I really do have to go."

"Oh, sorry." Ethan pops to his feet.

"It's alright," Layla turns, walking towards the door with Ethan on her heels, "I shouldn't have fed you so much!"

The two of them reach the door and get their shoes on. Layla pops up three inches once her heels are on, while Ethan gains half an inch at best. She opens the door, moving out of the way for Ethan to walk out. Moving to pass her, Ethan pauses...