Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: La falza credenza

•Arabella DiStefano•

As I sat at the table I thought about how far I might have to go to get my son back. I might have to open my legs...I've never been with someone else than Apollo or Mariano but that was a one time thing and I know him.

He got up from his seat and placed the newspaper under his right armpit so I came out of hiding and took a sip of my coffee as my feet took me on his direction. We were getting closer to each other by the second, he is supposed to walk three blocks from here, turn right and then left to get to work.

Then it happened "Oh my God!" I gasped dramatically as I bumped into him spilling the coffee all over him "I am so so sorry!"

"It's quite all right," he said in a British accent "this was a tad too old for my first day here anyway," the man smiled at me "are you all right?"

"Yeah," I nodded with a soft smile "just a couple of droplets," we never broke eye contact as I squatted down to pick up the paper cup and lid "my name is Juliet."

"I'm Ethan," he offered me his right hand.

"Handsome name too," I complimented getting up.

"Christ you're blunt," he said as I shook his hand softly; this man needs to believe he is in control and it all starts with this handshake.

"Well, these days every girl knows what they want and how to get it," my smile grew "you said it's your first day in the city, what do you? Fashion?"

"No," he shook his head "I work with the police."

"My my, I've never met a cop before. You wouldn't believe this but," I leaned in and whispered: "this is my first time bumping into law enforcement," we both laughed; yes mine was fake, I don't have innocent humor. "Are you in a rush?"

"Not really, why?"

"Maybe we could replace that shirt," I grabbed his right hand "I work in fashion and have a ton of things in my car!" I informed to trick him into thinking I trust him already, he might see me as naive and maybe even stupid. As Daisy said in The Great Gatsby: Being a fool is the best thing a girl can do. Not really behind that theory but it works with men who are used to being in charge; they love a submissive girl (usually).

"Are you sure?" He asked looking at the white button-down shirt in his hands "won't you need this for your job?"

"Oh no," I shook my head "you know, I used to give them to my boyfriend before he cheated on me and with my sister," a deep sigh left my mouth as the emotion on stage was sorrow, loneliness, self-pity and melancholy.

"How very cliche," he told "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Why do people say that? He just met me. He doesn't have to feel sorry.

"It's made me realize relationships aren't everything, made me reflect on what I want in the man I will love for the rest of my life," as the words left my mouth I couldn't help but wonder how is Apollo.

Ethan and I talked for about ten minutes, he was reluctant to change in front of him but I told him I see naked guys all the time; he looked at me weirdly but maybe he thought it was cute because he proceeded to laugh and tell me my job must be interesting. He asked me how old I am and I told him the truth which he repaid with the answer to the same question which I already knew.