Parker shrugged, tilting his head slightly. "I never said you did."
Atalanta squinted at him, but before she could argue, he leaned back with a smirk. "I'm just saying—it's kinda obvious. Men have a softness for women. That's just how it is. And when that woman happens to be an Olympian Champion? Yeah, I can see why your manager wouldn't mind letting you ditch work for a bit."
Atalanta clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Tch. You're annoying."
Ere stretched her paws out lazily, flicking her tail. "Olympian or not, mundane or supernatural, some women traits never fucking change."
Parker stifled a laugh. Atalanta, for her part, just huffed in amusement before reaching for their empty plates and glasses. "Alright, I'll cover your bill."
Parker didn't argue—he just nodded, letting her take the dishes. Ere, on the other hand, gave him a pointed look, but Parker ignored her ass.
