Answer the door

When Ethan answers the door, he’s met with a familiar set of blue eyes. “Hey.”

“Hey…” Ethan gives Alex a small smile. “What, uh…”

"Just thought, I'd pop by. That a problem?"

"No..." Ethan gives the black-haired woman a look over. She's wearing an undersized hoodie, in the sense that it both clings tight and reveals a fair amount of her slender belly. Her lower half is covered by a loose skirt, coming down to just above her knee. She seems to favor cute outfits, Ethan notes.

“So, you remember yet?” Alex asks, giving Ethan a coy smile, “Or was my hint not good enough?”

In all honesty, Ethan hadn’t given it much thought. The last few days were rapid-paced, and he’d barely tried to put the brain power needed to remember… Whatever it was he was supposed to remember. He remembered Strawberries, or at least the taste of them, but…

Alex looks at him expectantly, his time to think running short.

“You walked all the way here to ask if I remembered?” Ethan asks the question in the most playful way he can manage, trying to stall for precious seconds.

“Well, I waited around for you to come by, but you’ve been leaving me hanging…” Alex pouts, “That’s not very nice you know. So I decided to take the initiative and come to you.”

“I see. Sorry, I’ve been…”

“I’m sure you’ve been quite busy,” Alex glances around, “Place looks great. Hopefully, all that cleaning gave you time to think.”

Swallowing, Ethan feels it’s game time, offering the best answer he can manage. “We kissed before…”

“Uh-Huh,” Alex edges closer, her glossy lips curling into a smile.

She’s expecting more. Ethan has nothing. Wracking his brain, he really doesn't have anything. He has no memory of kissing her, and when would he have anyway? She was three years younger than him, which made her eighteen now, and would have made her thirteen the last time he saw her. It didn't add up.

The pause runs too long, Alex’s brow furrowing. “Ethan, do you… really not remember?”

Shrugging, Ethan is trapped. “I don’t…”

Alex’s face goes blank, her eyes seemingly going out of focus. “That’s…” she doesn't look like she’s straddling the line between anger and despair, her lips quivering. “How? How do you not remember?”

“I… don’t know…” Ethan can’t explain it.

Sighing, Alex looks down at the ground, hiding her blue eyes. “Wow… I knew you were drunk that night but…”

“Drunk?” Ethan raises an eyebrow. “When was I…” memory hits him like a freight train. “Oh…Oh?....OH!”