Let go

Fearing he over-stepped, Ethan lets go.

The corners of Charlie's mouth twitch, her expression hard to read. She stares at Ethan for a long few beats, before turning away and heading towards the door.

Rising to his feet, Ethan follows, awkwardly watching her get her shoes back on. "So, uh, see you around I guess?"

"I guess." Charlie gets her second shoe on, tapping the toe against the floor. "Talk to Sam, and maybe we'll see each other sooner."

Ethan wonders if she even wants that.

Charlie opens the door, tossing back a smirking glance as she passes the threshold. "See ya, City-Boy."

"See ya."

The door closes and Ethan is left feeling like he fucked up.