Atlas's POV
Sometimes I find it so hard to be near her. The way the soft scent of lavender fills my nostrils when she walks past or the way her smile shines as bright as the sun. Everything about her is perfect to me.
I sometimes find myself watching her work through the windows beside my office door. It isn't until I hear her phone ring, that I realize I've been watching her like a creep. She hasn't caught me doing it yet, so that's a plus.
Dinner at her house this past weekend was an eventful night. She makes a bomb mac n cheese, and her roommate really knows how to drink. He went through almost a whole bottle of wine just by himself.
We spent majority of the night playing Uno and a drinking version of Monopoly, which was an experience to say the least. I wasn't too interested in pla
