He always thought Tyler was joking. People have their dignity, right? No matter how much you like someone, if you see Tyler cheating time and time again, you'd think they'd give up. But here was Athena, calm as ever.
Bert picked up the cigarette from the ground and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
"I can't help you right now. He's not going to be done anytime soon, and I've got to go. You'll have to wait here," Bert said.
He wasn't the type to listen outside doors. He just wanted to chat with Tyler for a bit, but within minutes, Tyler was already fooling around with another woman.
Athena smiled at him. "Alright, I'll wait here then."
Bert didn't know what to say, so he just gave a half-hearted smile and left.
The bathroom door opened an hour later. No matter how clean this place was, it was still public, and it wasn't exactly the best setting for passion.
Tyler stepped out and immediately spotted Athena sitting on a chair.
She was resting her chin on one hand, staring out the window, lost in thought.
A Tupperware container rested on the table beside her.
Tyler paused, thinking he must be seeing things.
The woman who followed him out slowly raised her hand, wrapping it around his arm.
"Tyler."
Tyler felt a pang of discomfort and shook her hand off.
The woman looked surprised but recovered quickly. "I'll get going then."
"Yeah."
Tyler lit a cigarette, unusually unsure of what to say to Athena.
Feeling a bit irritable, he took a drag and finally asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I brought you some soup. It's got some herbs in it."
"I don't need it."
"Well, if you ever do, just let me know."
Tyler didn't know what nerve she hit, but he snapped, "Athena, are you dense? Can't you see I'm annoyed?"
Athena lowered her head, staying silent.
Tyler took a deep breath and yanked her up from the chair.
"She got there pretty early, waiting over an hour for you. She's got some patience, I'll give her that. Even I felt a bit bad for her."
"If you're interested in her, I'll have her keep you company."
Bert was taken aback, then his tone softened. "I thought I was bad, but you're worse."
Tyler was already in his car. "I said a long time ago, 'Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.' She's the one who threw herself at me. A woman who throws herself at a man loses half her value."
He hung up the phone and was about to drive off, but for some reason, he lit another cigarette and just stared in the direction of the door.
He waited for half an hour, but Athena didn't come out. He frowned, wondering if she was foolish enough to get lost inside.
Just as he was about to pull out his phone to call her, she finally emerged.
Athena was tall, dressed all in white, standing at the entrance, impossible to miss.
Tyler's breath caught for a moment, and he rolled down the window.
Athena, however, seemed a bit out of it. She didn't see him and didn't hail a cab, just standing there as if daydreaming.
Whenever she wore that expression, it was as if Tyler could see a deep, unsettling calm within her, reminiscent of the quiet that follows a storm.
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