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ATHENA HAD ONCE AGAIN been throwing herself into her work. Her and Pedro's last, and probably final, meeting was two nights ago. She flew to LA the next morning and volunteered to do an extra press junket for her upcoming film the following day.
It was all she could do to get her mind off of Pedro.
"So," the interviewer began, "Do you have any comment on those photos that were taken of you and Pedro Pascal-"
The press coordinator, Alyssa, for the film interrupted, "Only questions about the film, thank you."
Athena smiled at her and nodded as a thank you. The interviewer then began to ask the same questions all of the other ones previously had.
She just wished she could be back in New York with Pedro.
"Lets take a lunch break," Alyssa suggested. Athena nodded and took the opportunity to check her phone. Nothing from Pedro.
"Want anything from the restaurant downstairs?" Alyssa asked.
"I'm okay, not really hungry. Thank you." The blonde smiled.
"Okay. We'll start back up in about 20."
Athena was then left alone in the room. And she could sulk in peace. She was had never felt more upset about a breakup than over Pedro. She knew she messed up.
Just then, she got a call from Oscar. She declined. She didn't want to have to talk about Pedro.
He called again. And again.
She eventually picked up to an out of breath Oscar, who wheezed, "What... room... number... are you... doing... press in?"
"What?" She asked.
"Oh God please don't make me repeat myself," he sighed.
"220."
"We've been running all over the place trying to find you-"
Athena began to tune him out and think to herself. Who's 'we'?
Just then, the door burst open to reveal Pedro, and Oscar, panting behind him.
"'Thena," he whispered at the sight of her.
Athena was too in shock to say anything. It was silent for about five seconds until the thump sound of Oscar passing out on the ground interrupted them.
"W-What are you... What are you doing here?" She asked, stumbling back.
"I made a mistake."
Athena laughed out of shock, "Pedro, I don't know of you just feel bad because of the drugs and stuff, but you don't have to do this."
"It's not that-"
"Or if you're feeling lonely because Valentines Day is coming up, but-"
"Athena!" Pedro slightly raised his voice in order to get her to listen to him, "I'm here because I love you. Not because I feel bad, or because I'm lonely, because I love you. I knew from the moment I saw you sitting in my kitchen, that you were gonna trouble. I'm so grateful you took a chance on me. And, if you'll let me, I'd love to spend the rest of my life getting into trouble with you."
Athena wasn't sure what to say. She was speechless, which didn't happen very often.
"'Thena, please say something."
Instead, Athena grabbed his face and kissed him. Like she had wanted to for weeks. They both finally felt the peace they had strived for for so long.
