Tekos felt his heart stop when the pill bottle rolled under the table as Persephone sat back down.
"Are you okay?" Persephone asked the satyr whose demeanor looked completely shattered. "You look a little pale are you falling sick?"
Tekos opened his mouth to speak but words had become a foreign entity to him, his throat was as dry as sand paper and his heart hammered like the rhythmic beating of a base drum. He didn't just feel sick, he felt like he was about to collapse, if Persephone saw his bottle of pills underneath the table what would she say? What would she think?
So many scenarios played in Tekos' head at once, she would probably think he was a pervert or some sex craved maniac who had to be on medication to suppress his urges! She was probably going to think he had asked her out here because he was a predator, coaxing her until she dropped her guard enough to pounce on her.
