ARES’S POV

My mind was racing, and my heart was thundering. A date. She had taken the initiative and asked me to hang out with her, whatever that meant. I was honest with her; I didn’t find much joy outside of work. Work was where I felt most productive and where I was in control. I never felt out of place when I was working.

I stopped at the door outside of the address that she had given me. The house was two stories and cozy enough for a small family. Was this ...