"You really are not going to let this go?" Athena queried as she adorned her finely smooth wrist with a silver bracelet.
"Why would I? It's not every day that I get to hear Antonio's vulnerability," Aiden replied cheerfully, munching on an apple.
His laidback attitude this morning made Athena almost regret letting him into her room.
Sighing, tired of his relentless banter, she turned and shot him a glare. But that didn't faze Aiden, rather he mimicked Antonio's words from last night just before the call had ended. "Goodnight, Athena. I love you."
Athena shook her head, resolutely refusing to find amusement in Aiden's taunt.
"Shouldn't this play be behind your age grade?" She asked, picking up the brown leather tote bag that contained her laptop and a couple of files from the bed, bracing herself for whatever challenges the day would fling her way.
In there too was her bottle of pills.
