I walked up to him with the garment bag over my arm.

I was still clutching the damp folded napkin in my other hand.

“Ethan,” I said.

“We need to talk about what just happened in there.”

He didn’t look up from the screen.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Look, I already heard,” Ethan said.

“Vanessa texted me ten minutes ago.”