While Ewan prepped himself in silence on how to expose a hidden aspect of his past, Athena took the time to look around the local restaurant for the umpteenth time.
This time, however, she could actually understand why Ewan had chosen this place for the secret reveal. It was loud.
Conversations swirled around them like a vibrant cacophony, evident in the animated arm gestures that punctuated the air. Even those twirling in certain areas of the restaurant, ostensibly dancing, seemed to be engaged in lively discussions.
With the booming music accompanying their chatter, her conversations with Ewan were shrouded in a veil of anonymity.
In this bustling atmosphere, the patrons had no interest in them—not in their secrets, not in their pasts. Perhaps in some form of fleeting pleasures, yes—if the women still eying Ewan was any indication—but not in knowing anything deeper.
