Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Uh-huh."
She groaned internally.
'Great. Now he was suspicious.'
To distract him, she grabbed a drink from the mini fridge, cracked it open, and took a long sip.
But instead of cooling her down, it only made her more restless.
Maybe she should just… say it.
Rip off the bandage, throw caution to the wind, stop being a coward for once in her life.
She had already kissed him, how hard would asking him out be?
She took a deep breath. "Hey, Ethan?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
Vanessa opened her mouth… then immediately panicked.
"I — uh — think I left my charger in my car."
Ethan blinked. "Your… charger."
"Y-yeah," she stammered. "I should go get it."
Ethan tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. "Vanessa, you drive a race car. Where the hell would you even plug in a charger?"
Vanessa froze.
'Crap.'
"I— uh—have a power bank?" she tried.