Neve was still deep in thoughts on how to get a kiss from Maren within twelve hours.
He had no way of doing that. Fuck, he could not think of any idea that would work. The mission seemed impossible. The task was insurmountable. How was he supposed to get close enough to Maren to kiss him when Maren would not even acknowledge him as a person worthy of basic respect?
"Neve?" Popi called his name, snapping him back to reality.
Neve looked at her, worry evident in his eyes. He could not tell Popi about the mission yet. Maybe it was not a good time. She had something she wanted to do and talking to her about his problem was going to drag her down and distract her from her own goals.
"Are you sick? You look pale!" Popi said, holding his cheek and examining his face with concern.
"Pale? You look pale," Neve said back to her with a small smile on his face. He hoped the smile would get her distracted and stop worrying about him.
