"Athena, good morning. Have you heard from Susan yet?" Aiden asked, stepping into Athena's room after two sharp knocks on her door.
Athena, who had been deciding on which outfit to wear to see the president, paused her fashion dallying and turned. "Good morning, Aiden. No, I haven't," She stated somberly, dropping the light green two-piece suit onto the bed.
She strolled to the longest of the two sofas in her room and sat down quietly, burying her head in her hands for a few seconds. "What should we do?" She asked, lifting her head and staring at Aiden, who hastily shut the door behind him and walked briskly to the other sofa.
"I'm not sure. Should we wait for a couple more hours?" He clasped his hands together, placed his elbows on his thighs, and leaned forward.
