Like it

“I…” Ethan takes a deep breath. “I think I like it…’

Layla stands there back to Ethan, not saying a word. Slowly, she glances over her shoulder, tears in her eyes.

“You do?”

“I do.”

Layla sighs, then turns towards the door. “Thank you, Ethan.”

She starts towards it, but Ethan stops her with a yelp.

“Wait!”

“I was not honest with you this evening,” Layla’s words are strong, certain. “Next time we talk, and there will be a next time. I will be.”

And with that she walks out the door, shoes and glasses in hand.