Tits

Ethan thinks back. "I do remember her tits..."

Lost in thought, Ethan almost doesn't notice Alex look down at her own washboard-flat chest, a look of dissapointment on her face. Lifting her eyes, she grumbles. "Most people do..."

"Oh," Ethan realizes he might have said something insentive and tries to think of a recovery. "Sorry..."

"What? No," Alex shakes her head, smiling awkwardly. "Don't apologize. I know I'm..." she clears her throat. "It's fine."

While Ethan can he didn't strike a nerve or anything that severe, she isn't completely unbothered.

"Do you..." she shifts in her seat. "Like big ones?"

Ethan pauses, feeling like there is no good way to answer that question.