Texting Heather

Ethan considers this might be the time to talk to Layla about the Heather thing. Although, he isn't sure how to feel about it. Should he be mad? Is this an accusation? Should he be calm and casual? Wracking his brain, Ethan can't figure out how to even begin to bring up the topic.

He's so deep in thought that he doesn't realize the pause he's taken, so when Layla speaks, he jolts to attention.

"Shall we talk about Heather?"

"Uh," Ethan blinks, recovering. "Yeah..."

"Hm," Layla lets out a resigned sigh. "I knew this conversation was going to happen eventually. Frankly, it should have happened days ago."

Shrugging slightly, Ethan agrees it should have but... "I've been busy..."

Layla sighs, sipping her tea. "Well. Had we spoken about this a few days ago... Well, I think this conversation would have gone very differently."

Ethan raises an eyebrow, suddenly feeling confused and worried. "What does that mean?"

"Well, not to sound ominous, but..." she shrugs, "Things between her and I are already settled."

"Settled?" Ethan has no idea what she's talking about.

"It's settled," she shrugs, "You don't need to worry about it anymore."

Frowning, Ethan knows he isn't going to get any more explanation than that.

"Ethan..." Layla licks her lips, measuring her words before speaking. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Uh..." the question glitches Ethan's brain.