"Are you going on a date with Ewan, looking and smelling like that?" Gianna asked, a frown masking her face as her eyes quickly scanned Athena's face and clothes.
Athena scoffed, shot her a glare, and then transferred the carton containing the batch of drugs to the backseat with her left hand.
"It's not a date, Gianna. It's a business meeting," She spoke curtly, dusting her hands off as if she were shaking off any lingering doubt. "The one I have a date with is Antonio, and that's at seven. Get the facts straight."
Yet, she sniffed her clothes, scrunching her face when she perceived nothing out of the ordinary. "You talked about a smell…"
Gianna snorted and rolled her eyes as she turned on the ignition. "Yes, you reek of chemicals. I think you should leave the coat in the car and get another top at a store… maybe even a spritz of perfume…"
