Phone Break

Whipping out his phone, Ethan decided to take a break, letting his brain turn off and thumb do the thinking.

E: Hey.

Ethan doesn't even register what he’s doing until it’s done.

H: Hey yourself. Up early?

E: Yeah. Yardwork. U?

H: Work-Work. I can text though.

E: Ok. I didn't think you started so early.

H: Just this week. Maggie broke her ankle.

E: Shit. What happened?

H: Stepped out of her car wrong. Dunno, she’s kind of a clutz.

E: Clearly. How do you even manage that?

H: Gracefully. Lol

Ethan feels a smirk on his face. Talking like this was familiar. Good. Sighing, he knows he’s got to get back to work. This was good. But he wasn't fully ready.

E: Gonna start mowing. Might be quiet for awhile.

H: Gl. Ttyl.

E: Ty.

Pocketing his phone, Ethan gets ready to stand, but an approaching figure keeps him planted.