Yeah

"Yeah..."

Charlie smiles. "I see..."

Swallowing hard, Ethan feels the walls of denial in his brain starting to fragment. Looking at her now all he can think of is-

Charlie cuts the thought short, with a very casual: "I should go."

"Huh," the declaration catches Ethan off balance, "What?"

Charlie offers a small shrug. "Got work in the morning, don't wanna risk falling asleep on the mower. You're good company, but you're not THAT good company."

Blinking, Ethan isn't exactly sure what just happened. Standing up, Charlie stretches, her technique sticking out her chest, perhaps taunting Ethan, or perhaps not aware of in psychic damage she inflicted.

Unsure what do, he stands up and escorts Charlie to the door, awkwardly watching her get her shoes back on. "So, uh, see you around I guess?"

"I guess." Charlie gets her second shoe on, tapping the toe against the floor. "Talk to Sam, and maybe we'll see each other sooner."

Ethan wonders if thats a hint, or an innocent statement.

Charlie opens the door, tossing back a smirking glance as she passes the threshold. "See ya, City-Boy."

"See ya."

The door closes and Ethan is left in the entryway very confused.