The thought crossed his mind multiple times, but each time, he hesitated.
It wasn't like they were best friends. Were they?
Sure, they had dinner last night.
Sure, he had seen her a little more relaxed than usual.
But did that really give him the right to pry into whatever was bothering her?
He wasn't sure.
So, for now, he kept quiet.
Instead, he worked.
The underground section needed to be reinforced, which meant helping the workers pour cement into the support pillars.
He rolled up his hoodie even further, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly as he lifted and moved materials alongside the crew.
A few of the workers gave him nods of approval — clearly impressed that the man who hired them was actually getting his hands dirty.
Ethan wasn't doing it for praise, though.
He was doing it to keep his mind occupied.
And yet, every so often, his gaze would flicker back to Riley.