~•Aden•~
"You are back already." It was Hera who had spoken up as she saw me making way to where I was sitting earlier. "That was quite a short call." She continued.
"It was just Michael." I replied to her with a shrug. "He was asking for where I was since he didn't see me in the boy's locker room after the game. I had to tell him how a certain someone didn't want me to go in there." I added the latter part as I eyed Amara who was more focused on her phone's unlocked screen.
Her fingers were flying over the touch screen without much effort. 'She must be replying to a text.' I thought to myself as I turned my attention back to Hera who was expectantly looking at me.
"And?" She spoke up, reminding me to continue. I wondered why she was so focused on knowing who I was talking to, and what I was talking about, but I still answered her in a polite tone.
Hera knows that she is thirdwheeling, but why is she doing that?
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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