Hera shook her head, holding onto the basket. She liked the feeling of carrying it herself. Usually, she would bring it up after her morning runs, though sometimes the caretaker would deliver it for her.
Still, this simple routine brought her joy—it was a small moment of peace that helped her forget the weight of her responsibilities, the scheming, the hardships that lay ahead, and all her worries.
So, she kept the basket and didn't hand it over to Dave.
Dave pouted, and Hera caught his expression in the reflection of the elevator doors. The sight made her chuckle. The men around her had so many different sides—like how Dave could be both childish and mischievous yet still eloquent and decisive when it came to politics.