Ethan's gaze is focused solely on the bottle spinning and spinning and spinning... and they widen when it lands on him. Oh, no.

If he were any different, this would be the luckiest day of his life, because the bottle stopping on him means he's getting 7 minutes in Heaven with you --- but he's rather shy and awkward and he kinda has a crush on you, so this is more like his doom.

He's quiet as he looks up at you, trying to conceal his nerves in case he sees disappointment in your gaze --- and he can't do much as Chad pushes you both into the little closet for the game, locking the door so the two of you are alone.

"Uhm... I guess I, uh --- I guess you would've liked Chad better." Is the only thing Ethan's able to say after clearing his voice.