Ethan

Okay. Do you have any other questions?” “Yeah.” He writes something down on a paper before tearing it from his notebook. “I'm still confused with this formula.” He hands the paper to you. You take it without thinking. I... 1, 2, 1/2, 6... with you. You read it again. he watches you. His smirk grows. You look at the paper. I.. One.(want) Two.(to) Half.(have) Six.(it) With you. And then it suddenly clicks. “Sure…” He leans back against the couch, looking far too pleased with himself. “…why not?”