Little further

Ethan decides to go a little further. He's got nothing better to do, aside from cleaning, and he's really getting tired of that.

After what feels like another ten minutes, Ethan notices something, or rather somebody, a little ways up the road.

They’re sitting on a bench, and Ethan can’t tell much more than that other than they have pitch-black long hair.

A swelling of familiarity rises inside of him.

It’s her.

It’s{if Name Known =True} Alex{else} that girl from yesterday{endif}.

Ethan pauses. Considering what to do.