Follow Charlie

Ethan quickly remembers how much he hates manual labor. Thankfully, the walk isn't far, and Charlie directs him to set down the crates on a fairly lengthy cloth-covered table. Doing as he's told, he sets them down and stretches his back, turning slightly to see Charlie's doppelganger seated close by.

"Hey, Ethan..." Ashley waves{if Ashley=true}, betraying nothing.{endif}.

"Hey..." Ethan {if Ashley=true}tries to act natural,{endif}{if Ashley=false}gives her a small smile,{endif} "This your stall?"

"She fuckin' wishes," Charlie walks over to her seated sister, bumping her elbow against her shoulder slightly, "She's been conscripted."

You turn your attention to Ashley, raising your brow. "By whom?"

The seated sibling rolls her eyes. "Our aunt is making me help her."

"Mhm," Charlie looks over at you, "And Ash is pissed about it."

"I'm not pissed..." Ashley takes a deep breath, "I'd just rather enjoy the fair and not work it..."

"Hm," you turn to Charlie, "You stuck here with her?"

"Pft, no." Charlie plants her hands on her hips. "I've got a job. So I'm off the hook."

Ashley pouts, her shoulders sagging slightly.

Charlie's about to say something else when her pants buzz. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out her phone, checking what must have been a text. "Speaking of..." she frowns, reading the message. "I'll be right back." She stuffs her phone away and starts walking off, muttering something under her breath.

Alone now with Ashley, or as alone as you can't be while standing in semi busy street setting up for a town fair, you turn your attention to the seated woman.