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The cool water from the shower head trickled down her bare spine, relieving some of the tension from her aching muscles.
Today's training was not only excruciatingly tiring, but mentally draining in addition. To top that off, Ava still has to deal with Ethan and his inappropriate chatter, not to mention the whole reason why they're here - the case. Then again, at least he's just back-up. That is, if Mitch somehow becomes unable to assist Stan- possibly leaving her stuck with the blue-eyed chauvinist. Here's hoping the later doesn't come true.
Not wanting to waste any further time of her short break, Ava quickly changed back into her formal wear, and released her dark hair out of the tight pony-tail, allowing it to flow down either side of her shoulders. She checked the time on her phone, and realized she only had twenty minutes to get something to eat. Hurrying out of the locker room with the black satchel, she failed to notice someone standing by the exit door of the gym. Internally devising a warning to declare to Ethan, the brunette soon gathered that it was in fact Mitch who was waiting by the exit door, attired in his formal wear, and with a gun strapped to his belt.
"Waiting for someone?", she asked while approaching his stance.
The brunet quickly tensed his shoulders when he noticed her presence, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Looks like they arrived", he retorted with a swift glance of her form. "Hungry?".
Ava's eyebrows instantly shot up, not expecting a straight answer with a dinner invite. " Starving, actually. What did you have in mind?".
Mitch subtly studied the girl's profile, causing her to gulp notably. " There's a nice cafe just a few buildings from us, not that we'll have a lot of time to sit down", he admitted with grimace.
"We could just bring our order back here?", she suggested as she began to slowly walk towards the exit stairs.
" Sounds good", Mitch replied while following suit, tightly holding onto the small sports bag resting on his left shoulder.
As they exited the busy building, Ava pondered a question to ask Mitch that had been circling her thoughts since this morning. Crosing her arms together for security, she took a deep breath and decieded to grow a pair.
"Mitch, can I..ask you something?", she briefly bit her bottom lip once the words left her mouth.
The towering male cleared his throat, and shifted his eyes to the path in front of him. "Sure".
"Earlier, when you entered the meeting room- you were about to approach me, but stopped when you saw Ethan. Is there a reason why?".
Ava swiftly glanced at the brunet, who appeared to be contemplating a response. "um, I just- really don't like the guy".
Feeling relieved by his answer, she grew a subtle grin. "That makes two of us".
"Really? You seemed to be getting along all day", he blandly replied.
