Athena smiled coyly, dusting imaginary specks of dust off Ewan's shoulders as if they were close friends simply playing around.
"I hope it won't, unless our little truce will be over, Mr. Ewan," She whispered, looking up at him, unfazed by their closeness or the gaze of the public, which she could almost feel pressing against them.
"Uhmm…" Ewan stuttered, unsure whether he was aware of the game Athena was subtly playing. Was she flirting with him? Or was it all sarcasm?
Before he could voice his thoughts, she pointed to the spot where the ice cream was being sold. "On second thought, I think I'll take you up on your offer. I will need a takeout."
Ewan nodded eagerly, like an infatuated teenager, and hurried off to the stand, a spring in his step as he felt compelled to please her.
Athena watched him go with a smile blooming on her lips, her confidence soaring as she noticed some female patrons casting her envious glances.
