The car drove into the villa, and came to a stop.
"Sir?" The driver called out to Atlas, but didn't get any response.
Concerned, Aveline looked up from her phone to see Atlas had fallen asleep.
"Oh—"
"Mr Atlas?" The driver called again.
"He's asleep. Have we arrived at our destination?" Aveline took the initiative to intervene.
"Yes ma'am," the driver replied.
"Can he just—" she was asking when she paused on seeing Atlas head was positioned in a very uncomfortable way.
Scrapping the question she was going to ask, she shifted closer to Atlas, and tapped him gently.
He stirred, but didn't wake up at the first tap.
"Atlas?" Her face moved closer to his, as she tapped him gently again.
His eyes opened , and the first thing his gaze fell on was her face.
"Aveline?" He called out as if he was in a dream.
"Hey, We've arrived," she said, and moved to pull her face away.
His hand reached out before he could stop himself, and grabbed the back of her head.
