Throughout the evening meal, aside from politely making room for him when he sat down, Charlotte hardly initiated any conversation with him.
After dinner, the guys were arranging to drive the girls home.
Charlotte, with her cute looks and gentle demeanor, had always been the sweetheart of the boys since her school days, and that night was no exception.
Among the eager boys vying to drive her home, Ethan took the initiative. "I live on the west side of town, too, so I can drop you off on my way."
Charlotte looked surprised, but she was never one to trouble others. She politely declined his offer, mentioning she had already called a cab. However, her refusal seemed feeble in the midst of her classmates' enthusiastic insistence, and eventually, under their encouragement, she reluctantly g
