Noah
The text is from my landlord back home, a reminder about a maintenance fee I forgot was due, nothing dramatic, nothing worth the look I know crossed my face for a second before I caught it. I clock Ethan watching me and paste my usual smile back on before he can ask.
"Everything good?" he says, which is more than he'd normally bother asking.
"Yeah. Just some boring stuff." I set the phone face down on the table, next to the plate he made me without being asked, still a little thrown by that. Ethan Carter doesn't do things without being asked. Ethan Carter barely does things when he is asked, half the time, not unless there's a rule attached to it somewhere.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." I pick up a fork, mostly to give myself something to do with my hands. "Since when do you care?"
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