Wake... Alone?

When Ethan wakes he doesn't know where he is for a moment. The bed is larger, softer, and smells different than the one he had been sleeping in lately. It's not until he sits up does he remember the events of last night, and suddenly realizes he's in Layla's bed.

Alone.

"Layla?" He calls out, pulling the covers off his lap. He catches sight of the fact he's not wearing pants, or boxers for that matter, and suddenly feels an overwhelming air of awkwardness. "Layla?" He calls a little louder.

She doesn't respond.

Getting out of bed, Ethan starts to collect his clothes, getting them on and starting to look around. Layla doesn't seem to be anywhere upstairs, so he logically heads down to the main level to search. He doesn't find her there either, but what he does find is a handwritten note on the kitchen table.

Ethan,

I've gone to work. Sorry I didn't make you breakfast, I slept in a bit longer than usual. Thank you for that by the way. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.

Love,
L

A lipstick mark that could only come from one very plush set of lips stains the paper. Smiling, Ethan reads the note again, and again. Eventually, he carefully pockets the note and decides he should head home. He does briefly consider taking Layla up on her offer to raid her fridge but decides to not overimpose. Collecting his shoes, he slips out the front door and makes his way back to his house, deciding he should hop in the shower as soon as he gets in.