Athena laughed at him a bit when he pulled her inside, acting like a little boy on Christmas morning. He was a bit overwhelming, but endearing. She sprawled on the couch, her dog coming over and putting his nose under her hand to be petted.

Her mind raced as she tried to keep up with his flurry of announcements. Right. No more hospital, new flatmate (that pinched a bit, and she didn't know why), phonecall.

"Who called?" she asked, moving her legs so that he would have room to sit, swiveling so that she could lean closer to him while trying not to be too obvious about it. Because it just wouldn't do to have the boy thinking things like that. Why? She didn't know.

"Except, I want the cherry,"

The way he was looking at her made her chest thud and her stomach cinch.

"I want this day to be beyond perfect. I want it to be a day that goes down in the annuls of history as the most completely perfect day ever. And you are that cherry."

She gave him a nervous little smile and took a drink of her beer, watching him carefully. Athena had no idea what he was talking about.

All right. Maybe a little bit of an idea.

Her hand scratched idly at Drake's ears as she moved a bit closer to him. "Who called?" she asked again, running a hand through her hair. A nervous habit perhaps, one that only came out around him.