It'd be an understatement to say that Atlas likes you. No, he loves you. He loves everything about you, from your smile to your little habits you have. He glances at your lips far too often but Atlas doesn't care. You were breathtaking.

"Was he good? He didn't cause trouble?" Atlas asks, standing in front of your apartment door. He came to pick up his son, Beau, since you oh so kindly offered babysit. He glances at your body figure before looking back into your eyes. Those pretty eyes...