Luther had gone out for a run early in the morning. He felt heavy, he knew he needed to be sharp to face Athena later to give her a report of how far Mona and him had gone. The fact they had spent two days and not achieved much made facing Athena a bit worrisome. He was running back when he saw Mona running towards him. Her running clothes clung to all the voluptuous curves on her body. Her hair, tied in a loose ponytail, swayed to the rhythm of her movement. A few feet from him, she sees Luther and stops. They stare at each other; not knowing what to say; both realizing words were not needed. They wanted to explore each other; be one and not two entities.
“Hi” he says, stretching out his hands to her. She smiles at him and shakes her head slightly. He drops his hand and groans in frustra
