Athena had no trouble finding Simon Blackquill's office since his name became a spotlight after the trial. She was carrying a "to-go" bag with coffee cups. Hot jasmine tea and a brew coffee cup are packed inside.

Blackquill's office was in a majestic building located at Town Center. Probably Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth was the main responsible for arranging such a place. She crossed the fountain courtyard and walked through the entrance.

– Excuse me, miss. May I see your Id, please?

– Oh. Of course. Here. I'm looking for Simon Blackquill.

– Please, wait for a second miss Cykes.

The secretary phoned his office. Before prison, it was never so hard to talk to Simon. And if he refused to see her? Was that even possible? She nervously grabbed the coffee bag and looked around. It was nice to see how much his life had improved. A joyful feeling of pride made her smile.

– Miss? 3rd floor, 305.

– Fine, thank you.

She bounced gracefully towards the elevator, as a little child anxious to see Santa Claus.

What a strange way to see it.

Athena knocked on the fancy door breathing as if she had climbed the stairs in a rush. She waited for 2 minutes that seemed like a lifetime, wondering why she was so apprehensive and staring at her feet.

Maybe he is not here. Maybe he has an assistant and they thought I was here for business purposes. Why am I wearing my attorney badge anyway? The coffee will get cold. I shouldn't have assumed that he would still like it. And if he gets me wrong?

– Cykes-dono, won't you come in?

Athena almost dropped the paper bag as she raised her eyes and saw Simon Blackquill holding the door open for her.

– I-I –I

– DO NOT SCARE ME LIKE THAT! – yelled the red widget, making Athena blush.

– I-I-I'm s-sorry! Simon! Hi!

– I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU –widget turned green

– Oh! Stupid thing.

She grabbed the widget nervously, almost pulling it off the neck. She began to stare at her feet again.

Oh my god. What a mess. I shall NEVER. COME. BACK. AGAIN.

– What is that? – he looked at Athena's bag, politely avoiding her hysterical moment

– Excuse me? Oh! This. It's for you. I hope you like it.

– Please, come in.

He picked the paper bag and let her in his office. A pompous atmosphere was waiting for Athena Cykes. Walls adorned with oriental art, an open golden birdcage near his ebony desk. All the furniture seemed to have mixed woods but it wasn't unique. It was a luxury, but simple in its way, room.

– Wow. I think Pearl would feel relieved if she had to clean this place instead of Wright Anything Agency.

– I am glad it corresponds to your taste, Cykes-dono.

An awkward silence between them made Athena feel uneasy. When she was a child, it was never strange to meet him. What has changed?

Prison must have changed Simon… I mustn't forget he has suffered so much all these years…

– So, Simon! I hope you still like brewed coffee. Here. Here. Buono!

Simon kept looking at his cup of coffee looking intrigued. Mysterious as only he could be. Immediately Athena looked pale and discouraged.

– Oh… Is something wrong? I am sorry if you don't like it… You may drink the tea, instead.

– Jasmine. As Metis-dono.

– Simon… you remember…

– And you used to put a lot of sugar in my coffee saying it was a magic powder for happiness.

– … But you said there was no need since you already had everything you needed.

Simon looked deep inside her eyes like he was using some psychological powers.

It used to be intimidating on the court. But now…

He is trying to tell me something. I wish I could use Widget now.

I can hear…

What is it?

I feel… dizzy.

Like I could melt inside this cup of tea.

Why am I feeling so… warm and cozy?

I want to see his soul behind those eyes.

– Simon, I…

– Thank you for the coffee, Cykes-dono. I appreciate.

Heartbeats.

Again.

What is wrong?

He is struggling again.

I want to run away.

I can't.

I am feeling something really strange.

I can't be here anymore.

I can't stand looking at him.

Feels like I am going to explode.

Feels like I want to do something.

Please, stop it.

I just…

– I LOVE YOU.

A red widget yelled again. Its color was fitting Athena's red face, and her horrified big blue eyes. Her skin turned pale as she stared at Simon's surprising stiff expression.

Heartbeats.

– I am sorry. I didn't… I… I-I… know you are really busy, so…. I AM SORRY!

She left the office in a hurry, reaching the stairs never looking back. Her heart was confused with fear, sadness, anger, and happiness at the same time. Tears were drip-dropping freely as she reached the courtyard again, desperately looking for a cab.

Stupid widget! Why?

Why did it say that?

Why am I running?

I don't love Simon.

That's not even possible.

He was like an older brother.

It can't be.

I don't want him to think that I am such a silly girl.

It's not true.

No!

I like him so much…

I do…

What have I done?