Option 2

"I see..." Ashley clears her throat, "So, that's it then..."

"Yeah..." Ethan sighs, feeling the weight of the choice. "It's... for the best..."

"No, yeah... It's..." she nods her head. "Definitely..."

The two sit in silence.

"Well..." Ashley stands up, brushing down her skirt, and wiping at her eye. "I need to walk home..."

"Yeah... Sorry I don't have a car...."

"It's fine... Hey, uh... You should go see Sam."

Ethan raises a brow. "Huh?"

"Sam, Charlie brought her up last night." Ashley shrugs. "For a job."

"Oh..." Ethan winces, "I'm not really looking yet..."

Ashley frowns. "Just go talk to her. Tell her I sent you, not Charlie."

"Why?"

"She's my best friend?" Ashley shrugs. "You know that..."

'Do I?' Ethan thinks, not remembering at all.

"Either way, I'm out." Ashley walks towards the backdoor slowly. "See ya around I guess..."

"See ya..."

Ashley slips out the backdoor, and Ethan suddenly feels like shit.