Escorting Sam

After about three blocks Ethan asks a question he should have asked a while ago. "So where do you live?"

"Burbs," Sam sighs.

"What?"

Snorting, Sam gives Ethan a smug look, "The burbs. As in suburbs."

Ethan blinks. Green Valley is small. It doesn't have any suburbs. He frankly has no idea what she's talking about.

"You'll see," Sam turns away from him, rolling out her shoulders. "It's a bit of a walk though..."

About five minutes later Ethan starts to agree. The two of them had been walking in silence, which only seemed to make the problem worse. Ethan had a lot of things he could talk about, but he wasn't sure what would really land. He didn't know Sam all that well, and what he did know was conflicting. While she seemed cold and bitchy sometimes, she also had a warmer, funny side to her. Ethan wasn't sure what was the real her, or at least which her she would respond with. He almost considered asking, until Sam cuts the silence.

"Your neighbor. Layla Clark... Are you friends with her?"

Ethan clicks his tongue, not having expected the question. {if Layla=false}"Not really, no..."{endif}{if Layla=true}"Yeah, I guess you could say that."{endif}{if Layla Sex=true} Ethan decides to downplay their relationship.{endif}{if Layla Sex 2=true} Obviously, they were getting quite close.{endif}{if Layla Dom=true} He's not really sure "friend" is even close to the right word to use...{endif} "Why do you ask?"

Sam shrugs.

Ethan waits expecting more. Frowning, she really is going to just answer with a shrug.