No more questions

“Awesome,” Charlie slaps her knee, “Then my work here is done.”

As she pulls herself up to her feet, Ethan stammers slightly. He was somehow expecting more. “That’s it?”

Groaning slightly, Charlie rubs her eyes. “Look. I know this was a lot to dump on you, but Jesus-fucking-Christ City-boy I don’t have all the answers. If you don’t wanna date chicks with dicks, then don’t date chicks with dicks. And if you wanna date chicks with dicks, then hey! You’re in the right place.”

Ethan stews on that as Charlie makes her way to the door, stepping into her shoes. As if he didn't have enough to worry about.

“Oh,” Charlie opens the door, showing herself out. “Another thing, whatever happened between you and Layla is your business, but fuck you for upsetting her.”

Ethan nods, knowing on some level he was the bad guy there.

Charlie exits the house, Ethan now alone with his thoughts.