It’s Not What You Ink || @mickeyfiitz
Athena pulled her hair into a high ponytail, scrubbing sleep from her eyes. She’d just gotten up from a brief afternoon nap when she got Mickey’s text. At first, she was irritated, but the idiot had managed to stumble on yet another piece to the convoluted puzzle they were forced to put together. And he needed a Lyft. She rolled her eyes so hard, she almost fell back asleep.
But now, there she was, leaning against her car, hearing her stomach rumble, and waiting for the trademark fratboy to grace her with his presence. She almost wanted to demand that he find someone else, but that was the most frustrating part of this. Everything was above board. He was asking her because he found a thing and she was a driver and there was no reason why he shouldn’t ask her if they were professionals... So why did Athena have a nagging feeling this had nothing to do with professionalism?
