Athena
As I awoke to the enticing aroma of food wafting through the air, I reluctantly emerged from the comfort of my bed. I made my way to my backpack, retrieving a pair of jeans and a vibrant blue v-neck t-shirt. After heading to the bathroom to change, I rifled through the drawers, only to find an assortment of makeup and hairstyling products. A sigh escaped my lips as I closed the drawers, realizing the makeup belonged to someone much younger than I had hoped.
“It’s fine,” I said to myself in the mirror. “He’s allowed to have a history.”
“But is it still active?” Claire chimed in.
“Enough.” I told her.
I used my personal brush to detangle my hair, skillfully gathering it into a carefree bun on top of my head, with a few strands draping down to elegantly frame my face. As I steppe
