Really don't stop her

Ethan stays still, letting this play out.

Charlie hits a few keys then puts the phone to her ear.

Ethan holds his breath, fully expecting a phone to start ringing upstairs.

A moment passes.

Frowning, Charlie lowers the phone. "Straight to voicemail. She turned her fucking phone off."

Ethan breathes a sigh of relief, a noise with makes Charlie's brow raise. "Oh, uh..." Ethan thinks, "I just felt it was gonna be kinda awkward... Listening in?"

Charlie frowns, then drops her eyes to her phone, thumbs flying as she sends a text.

Ethan sits in silence, glancing up towards the ceiling. Ashley was smart to turn her phone off, and Ethan hopes she doesn't think him an idiot for letting Charlie try and call her.

After a few seconds of silence, Charlie stuffs her phone away, returning her attention to Ethan. "I wonder who she's fucking..."

Ethan shrugs, trying not to give anything away. "I thought you didn't want to know?"

"Yeah, but..." Charlie shrugs, "I mean, I care about her, you know? I mean, even if it's just a booty call..." Sighing, Charlie pulls herself to her feet. "I gotta go, and I'm going to get that stupid fucking cat food..."

Ethan stands, escorting Charlie to the door. As she gets her shoes on, he tosses a glance to the stairs.

Tapping her toe to the floor, Charlie pulls her phone back out. "Gotta text her again... I might have... I gotta go..."

"Bye..."

And with that and a wave, Charlie opens the door and disappears into the night, leaving Ethan almost alone in the house.