Check phone

Staring at his phone, Ethan thinks about Heather. And Layla.

What the hell was going on there?

Frowning, he decides to message Heather.

E: hey

A moment passes.

H: Hey :)

Ethan raises a brow.

E: What's up?

H: Not much.

H: Can we talk later?

If not much is up, why can't she talk now?

E: Sure. np

H: Thanks. Sorry. Well talk very soon I promise. :)

Ethan stares at that smiley face.

What the hell is going on?

His thought is killed when a door opens nearby, a blond head of hair poking out of it. "Ethan. Come in." The head disappears, with the door left open.

Raising his brow, Ethan didn't give the receptionist his name. Small towns... Everybody really does know everybody...