Wake with...

The sound of an engine turning over stirs Ethan, his eyes snapping open. It's early, and not a time he would usually be awake. He listens to what sounds like a car pull out and it's only as it fades away does he rememeber last night.

Turning over, he sees he's in the bed alone.

Pulling himself up, he feels much better already, his body bouncing back well. Throwing boxers on, he heads out into the hall and immediately feels moisture in the air. Checking the bathroom, he can tell the shower was used, and very recently. Heading downstairs, he sees his clothes on the floor where he left them, but only his.

Charlie is gone.

Sighing, Ethan rubs his brow. Reflecting on last night, he can't make heads or tails of it. He had sex with Charlie, which was already wild enough, but what was that side of her? He decides, for now, to shelve it for later.

Moving into the kitchen, he spots a lone scrap left behind by Charlie: a small note.

'Got work. Talk later.'

Sighing, Ethan sets the note down.

"Later..." he mumbles.