Haven’s POV
The next few days came by faster, and I had a lot of work to do at the workshop. Major came by daily, mainly at closing time, and I was also happy that Hera had found the shirt which didn't belong to me.
I had asked her how she came to know it wasn't mine, and she explained that it smelled different, not with my body scent, and so she knew it wasn't mine. I hadn't had it on except for when I came back with it after I visited the dickhead. And Hera knew people's scent so easily, dictating their presence by it too.
By Thursday, Alden showed up in my workshop alone. He parked his car outside the work premises and trekked in. I didn't notice his presence until he tapped my back, and I turned around.
My forehead wrinkled upon seeing him, fingers tightened on the spanner I was
