Athena wasn’t supposed to stand out.
Just a quick walk through the park. Just sunlight, coffee, and silence.

But she couldn’t help it.

One step onto the bridge and heads turned. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. A biker hit the curb trying not to stare.
She leaned casually on the rail, smirked, and pulled her shirt up just a little more — just enough to cause confusion, not chaos.

A man tried to ask for her name.
She didn’t answer.
She winked instead… and vanished into the trees like the myth she is.