Footsteps

Footsteps behind his catch his ear, and Ethan turns to see Ashley creeping down the stairs. "She pull out?"

Ethan, his head in the gutter, takes a second to realize what she means. "Ah! Uh," he peeks outside, seeing Charlie's truck leaving. "Yeah, she's gone..."

"Fuck..." Ashley sits down on the stairs, letting out a sigh of relief. "That was awful..."

"Yeah..." Ethan runs his hand through his hair, "Sorry I didn't..."

Ashley waves her hand in the air. "You did fine. But holy shit..." she shakes her head. "I think we need to talk about what we're gonna do."

Sighing, Ethan agrees. "Yeah... So, wha-" he stops as Ashley stands, turning and heading back upstairs. "Wha- Upstairs?"

Ashley stops, looking back over her shoulder. "Oh. Yeah, I kinda sorta need to..." she clears her throat. "Spend the night..."

"Ah..." Ethan rocks back on his heels. "I see. That makes sense as par-"

"Part of my cover, yeah..." Ashley purses her lips. "Is that... Okay? I can always go-"

"No. I mean, Yeah. It's okay..." Ethan shrugs. "We can talk in the morning."

"Exactly." Ashley smiles. "So, um..." Ashley sways slightly, as if nervous on what to say next. "Where should I sleep?"