Agree to lunch

Ethan agrees, mostly because all the walking he did had built up an appetite.

Smiling, Alex takes Ethan by the arm, holding it close as she starts to lead him off. "Good, I'm famished."

While walking, Ethan glances at where she's holding onto him, feeling slightly confused. "You do this with all your friends?" He tries to make it sound teasing, and not accusatory.

"No," she shrugs, "But I think of it as a benefit."

"Ah..." Ethan smiles, "Gotcha. Didn't think of it that way..."

"Did you think the only benefits were sex?" She gives Ethan a devious smile. "A quick fuck{if Alex Sex 2=true} or two{endif} isn't really 'benefits', you know."

Ethan glances around, wondering if any of the passersby heard. "Fair..."

Alex leads him not to the diner like he expected, but instead to a different storefront altogether. On the outside it doesn't look like a restaurant at all, and Ethan casts a curious glance over at Alex.

Not noticing, Alex opens the door and walks in, taking Ethan with her.

Inside, Ethan looks around.

It looks like a deli, or something to that effect, with a large counter and very limited seating. Limited, because of how few seats there are, not business levels, with Ethan only counting to small tables with two chairs each. Both vacant.

"Quiet place..." Ethan chuckles, actually finding it refreshing compared to the busy streets and fair prep.

Alex gives Ethan a smug look. "Beats the crowds, right?"

Walking up to the counter, an older man Ethan had barely noticed greets them with a smile. "Alex! And..." his smile shifts to a frown for a second, "Oh, I don't think we-"

"Ethan." Alex nods her head towards her lunch companion.

The older man's eyes light up in recognition. "Oh!"

Shuffling slightly, Ethan readies himself for a slew of condolences. Yet they don't come. Instead, things stay on point, with Alex doing most of the talking. She orders two sandwiches, consulting Ethan on what he wanted briefly, then adds on two cokes.

"Hm... Alright, " the old man nods, punching it into the register. "That'll be $13.69."

Instinctively, Ethan reaches for his wallet, only for Alex to shoo his hand back.

"I've got it," she smiles, "My treat."