Option 3

"3 it is then." Ashley sighs, "We should, um, talk in a couple days. Figure out a plan or something."

"Can't we do that now?" Ethan shrugs.

"Eh... No," she shakes her head. "We some distance from the issue first."

"Fair enough," Ethan nods, "So, now what?"

"Now..." Ashley stands up, brushing down her skirt. "I need to walk home, and think about who I'm going to tell my sister I fucked."

Chuckling Ethan shakes his head. "You have to give her a name?"

"She'll insist."

"Right..."

"And 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, her hips having a mesmerizing sway to them. "Couple days I'll stop by. See ya."

"See ya..."

Ashley slips out the backdoor, but not before blowing Ethan a kiss, which suddenly makes a couple days feel like it'll be far too long.