"I just got into town today. Wanted to unwind before getting busy tomorrow," Ethan said and she nodded.
Though she wanted to ask if he doesn't live here in Zeden, she decided against, telling herself it was best not to know much. Instead of asking him more personal questions, she decided to talk about other things generally.
They talked for a while—shouting over the music at first, but gradually leaning closer and closer until she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. Ethan was charming. Funny. Flirty in just the right way. And god, he smelled good.
When he placed a hand gently on her lower back to guide her toward the quieter lounge section, she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in.
In the low-lit booth tucked away from the loud dance floor, they talked more. He asked about what she did, and she told him she was in "personal relations," which wasn't a lie—not entirely. He laughed at her jokes, listened when she spoke, and looked at her like he saw everything.
