Ethan leaned back against the plush leather booth, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Zack, you do realize she was two seconds away from murdering you, right? That whole interaction was her actively holding back rage, not flirting."
"Hey, some women like to hate you first before they fall for you," Zack wiggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying himself.
Ethan snorted. "Yeah? Keep thinking that. See where it gets you."
Zack leaned back, arms stretched across the booth. "Look, all I'm saying is — if a woman that hot is pissed at me, that means she remembers me. That's gotta count for something."
Ethan just shook his head. "Or it means she's plotting your demise as we speak."
"Potato, potahto," Zack waved dismissively.
Ethan exhaled, finally pulling his System phone from his pocket, his eyes scanning the screen.
He had received a notification, but before he could even read it, Zack interrupted again.