Ethan's POV
We stumbled into my apartment, arms laden with shopping bags. I shut the door behind us, and we dumped our haul unceremoniously onto the couch.
"Whew," I exhaled, stretching my arms. "I think I just got more exercise shopping than I have in the last month."
Jess flopped down next to the bags, sprawling dramatically. "Tell me about it. My arms feel like noodles."
I chuckled, heading to the kitchen. "Well, I know just the thing to revive us." I opened the fridge, grabbing two beer cans. "Nothing like a cold one after a hard day's shopping, right?"
"My hero," Jess said, making grabby hands at the beer as I approached.
I handed her a can, and we clinked them together to make a mock toast. "To new beginnings and overpriced outfits," I said solemnly.
She sipped her beer. "Eloq
