Text Address

Ethan texts her his address.

A moment passes. A message comes through.

H: Great! Cya soon. :)

Ethan texts her his address.

A moment passes. A message comes through.

H: Great! Cya soon. :)

Before he can respond a door opens nearby, a blond head of hair poking out of it. "Ethan. Come in." The head disappears, with the door left open.

Raising his brow, Ethan didn't give the receptionist his name. Small towns... Everybody really does know everybody...