Okay with it

“I’m okay with it.” Ethan shrugs, trying to seem casual. Had he not known beforehand, he suspects he might have sung a different tune. But, he was here, and that said something, although what exactly he wasn't sure of.

“Ah,” Ashley shifts her weight from one foot to the other, “I’m… happy to hear that. Shall we?” She holds out her hand in an awkward way, suggesting she wants something. “We don’t want to be late.”

It takes a beat for Ethan to figure out what she’s gesturing for. Offering his arm, Ashley takes it, then the two of them proceed to cross the street to the theater. Glancing over at her, Ethan’s brain starts to crackle. He’s on a date, and therefore…

‘Oh fuck.’ He thinks, realizing that he could fuck this up. Ashley gesturing for him to offer his arm to cross the street was just the beginning. This whole thing was a test, and it was one he could fail. As they reach the ticket booth, Ethan thinks about how he needs to play this.