At a very prestigious private jet company in Metro City, Patrick and Athena sat in the waiting room. Athena leaned on Patrick's shoulders as she casually twiddled with his left hand, seeming to be measuring their hand size differences.
"How have you been?" Patrick asked as he casually froze and unfroze time for a flock of birds outside.
"… You know, this morning I was thinking of the orphanage, how free I was, not knowing the truth about reality, and bathing in ignorance. But now-
"Things have changed." Patrick interrupted.
"Yes. That weight of responsibility suddenly emerged from nowhere. The weight of being aware and knowledgeable of things, sometimes, I just want to go back to being the girl that annoyed the devilishly handsome you I met that night." Athena said as she relaxed herself, becoming completely vulnerable before Patrick.
