Date with Ashley

Getting his stuff together, Ethan heads out, to meet Ashley.

Walking into town takes a while, so he leaves a bit early just in case. While he doesn't know Ashley very well, if she’s anything like her sister, being late would be bad.

Reflecting, he really didn't know her. Movie dates were also not the best for getting to know a person either. Was she even the sort of person he’d like spending time with? Sure she was cute, but there was also the matter of the cock between her legs. Layla didn't tell him at first, but she wasn't trying to date him. {if Alex Sex =true}Alex at least was working under the assumption Ethan already knew about it.{endif}

Ethan could feel himself getting grumpy, which was not a great way to be.

Arriving just out front of the antique store, Ethan checks the time. 1:40, five minutes early. Looking around he doesn't see Ashley yet, but diverts his attention to trying to parse out where she’ll be coming out from. A door on the side of the building is the likely answer, so Ethan lingers by it, waiting for the meeting time.

After no more than a minute the door opens, Ashley steps onto the sidewalk. “Ah, right on time,” she smiles, “And here I was thinking you’d stand me up.”

“Why would you think that?” Ethan gives her a thoughtful look over.

It’s not until this very moment that Ethan realizes he hasn't really LOOKED at her. Every time he would start to, he’d see the resemblance to Charlie and abort mission once he’d notice how good-looking she was. Thinking back, he can’t even remember what she was wearing yesterday he processed her so little. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail yet again, Ethan starting to think the look a signature choice she makes. Today she’s wearing an undersized leather jacket with a white tank top underneath, the combination appearing a fashion motivation. Down lower she’s wearing a black skirt that matches the color of her jacket, the hem coming down to around midthigh.

“I’m sure you could think up a reason,” Ashley sighs, interrupting Ethan before he can finish checking her out. “Lord knows I can think up one or two…”

“Uh-huh,” Ethan’s eyes linger on her skirt for a moment, no sign of a dick at all. “Shall we?”

“Actually,” Ashley straightens up slightly, “Before we take this any further I have something I need to address.”

Ethan blinks, his face a mask, but internally he assumes this is going to a very specific place. “Okay…”

“Ethan. Do you… hmmmm,” she takes a deep breath, “How do I say this… have you been… spoken to?… About…” she looks around, “I’m sorry, I had this rehearsed in my head, but… now I’m thinking about context.” She rubs the side of her head, appearing to give herself a headache.

“I’ve been spoken to…” Ethan bails her out, feeling slightly sorry for her.

“Ah… Okay then… Well, that makes this simple. Ethan,” she puts on a bit of a voice. “I have both a vagina and a penis. If you no longer wish to go on this date because of that, then I understand.”

“Huh…” Suddenly Ethan feels less grumpy.

This is also the last point at which he feels he can back out. Going on this date is basically agreeing he’s okay with it after all.