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She ignored the comment, her curiosity refocusing. “So, what are you going to do with all this free time?”

“Probably explore,” he said with a shrug. “See the sights, hike around, maybe stumble upon some dramatic revelation about the meaning of life. You know, the usual.”

Psyche considered that for a moment. “You could explore with those two women you were talking to yesterday.”

Eros turned to her, his brows raised. “Why do you say that?”

“Well,” she said matter-of-factly, “it’s nice to explore with others, right? Makes it more fun.”

Eros gave her a look before chuckling. “Sure. Fun.”

They finished their breakfast and headed back to the site. As Eros pulled up, he put the car in park and turned to Psyche. “I’ll be returning the car, and then I’m off to explore. But I’ll check in with you later. If you’re up for it, we can grab dinner. But we’ll have to fly.”

Psyche groaned dramatically. “Ugh, really?”

Eros burst out laughing at her reaction, shaking his head. “It’s the fastest way to get around here, you know. Plus, it’s a bit fun.”

“I swear, you’re impossible,” Psyche muttered. “Fine, but only if I can choose the restaurant.” She grabbed her bag and prepared to get out of the car, hoping to get through the rest of her day without further surprises.

Eros winked at her. “I’ll let you choose. But you owe me one for the flying part.”

“Whatever,” she said, slamming the door and walking toward the barracks.

She turned around to look at him one last time and could see the smirk still on his face, but for some reason, it didn’t bother her. Instead, it felt…okay. Not so bad after all.

She still had some time, so she pulled out her phone and logged into Aspie Forum, a hub of advice and community for people like her. As she scrolled, a notification popped up: an instant message from Diana, one of her online friends.

Diana: Hey, how’s it going? Did you start yet?

Psyche: Not yet, but I will today. Orientation was good. I’m excited!

Diana: That’s awesome! Good luck! I hope you make some friends!

Psyche paused, typing a quick “Thanks!” before going to the search bar on the forum and typing, What is a friend?

A checklist of qualities and examples appeared, and Psyche began reading:

A friend is someone…

Who enjoys spending time with you – They invite you to do things together or say yes when you suggest plans.

Who respects your boundaries – They don’t push you into doing things you’re uncomfortable with and listen when you say no.

Who makes you feel safe – You feel relaxed and comfortable when you’re around them, without fear of being judged.

Who includes you – They make an effort to bring you into conversations or activities, so you don’t feel left out.

Who shares things about themselves – They open up about their own life, so the connection feels mutual.

Who sticks around even when things are hard – They show understanding and patience when you’re having a rough day or feeling overwhelmed.

Who remembers small things about you – They recall details you’ve shared, like your favorite topics, routines, or interests.

Who shows patience if you struggle with social cues – They don’t get upset if you miss a joke or have trouble understanding something, and they explain when needed.

Who makes an effort to include your interests – They try to engage in things you like or at least show appreciation for what’s important to you.

As she scrolled through the descriptions, she realized, with a small smile, that she already had someone who fit the bill. Eros. Well, almost. He teased her relentlessly, but he’d been there when she needed him, and he did make her feel comfortable in his own chaotic way.

“One almost-friend,” she thought to herself. “Maybe a couple more to go.”

The rest of her first day started slowly, beginning with another site tour led by Rebecca. It was a thorough walkthrough, introducing the logistics of the dig, safety protocols, and some of the ongoing research projects. Psyche also met the rest of the team, exchanging polite introductions and made mental notes on who seemed approachable. Everyone was professional but friendly enough, which put her at ease.

By mid-afternoon, Psyche finally got her first glimpse of the dig site. She wasn’t assigned a task yet, but Rebecca allowed her to observe. Watching the delicate process of uncovering fossils filled Psyche with a sense of awe, and she couldn’t wait to begin contributing.

Over the next few days, Psyche’s schedule became more structured. She learned the ropes of digging, cataloging, and analyzing samples. The repetitive, detail-oriented work suited her perfectly, and the solitude of being able to work alone for hours was a welcome bonus. No one thought it odd that she preferred quiet focus, and Psyche found herself settling into a comfortable rhythm. By Friday, she was surprised at how much she’d adapted to the new environment.

That afternoon, she ran into Rebecca near the barracks.

“Psyche, how’s it going?” Rebecca asked, stopping in her tracks. “Need anything?”

“It’s been really good,” Psyche said, feeling genuinely pleased. “Even the camping has been great. It’s been a good transition.”

Rebecca smiled. “Glad to hear it. The weather’s supposed to turn tonight, but it’s only temporary. The weekend should be fine once the storm clears.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve camped through a storm before, so it should be okay.”

Rebecca chuckled. “I like your attitude. See you Monday.”

“See you,” Psyche replied, watching her walk away. She felt a small surge of pride at how well the week had gone. With her routine set and the weekend ahead, she was ready for whatever came next—even a storm.

Psyche walked back to her tent, savoring the peaceful quiet of the evening. She had a few minutes before she needed to meet Eros.

They had been having dinner together, and the thought of their dinner routine made her smile. She liked talking to him—he was someone she didn’t need to filter herself around. He checked all the boxes now, and she considered him a friend.

She spotted him ahead, leaning casually against a tree. His hair reflected the soft evening light, and his broad shoulders seemed even more imposing in the outdoors. He was wearing his usual confident expression, but his posture was relaxed. Psyche noticed another woman standing near him, laughing at something he’d said.

Psyche stopped a few paces away and observed them. It was fascinating how people seemed drawn to him. It was always like this with him, she realized. His easy charm and effortless magnetism seemed to make him the center of attention wherever he went.

The woman with Eros was laughing, her hand brushing her dark hair back in a casual, practiced motion. Psyche noted the easy rapport between them. Eros leaned slightly toward her, nodding as she spoke like he’d known her for years.

When the woman noticed her approach, she turned with a friendly smile. “Oh, hi, Psyche! We met earlier. I’m Marge, from the logistics team.”

“Hi,” Psyche replied with a polite nod.

Eros grinned. “Ready for dinner?”

“Oh, I see,” Marge said, her surprise barely masked. “Well, that’s nice. I didn’t know you two were close.”

“We’re friends,” Psyche said simply, the words feeling solid as she spoke them. She glanced at Eros, who gave her a quick, approving smile.

Marge’s gaze lingered on them for a moment, “Well, I’ll let you two get going.” She hesitated, then added with a playful smile toward Eros, “See you around?”

“Sure,” he said easily.

As Marge walked away, Psyche watched her go, her eyes catching the subtle sway in the woman’s step. It was calculated, she realized—an attempt to leave an impression.

“Interesting,” Psyche muttered under her breath.

“What’s interesting?” Eros asked, turning to her.

“People always seem drawn to you,” she said matter-of-factly. “Like moths to a flame. You must find it exhausting.”

Eros laughed, shaking his head. “Not really. I’ve gotten used to it. Besides, I can handle a little attention.” His tone was teasing, but there was something unspoken behind it, a confidence Psyche had grown accustomed to.

“Well, lucky you,” she said dryly. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

Eros smirked. “Lead the way, Your Highness.”

They walked together toward the edge of the campsite, the interaction with Marge already fading into the background, but not entirely forgotten by Psyche. She tucked the memory away, a mental note of yet another instance of how Eros seemed to fit in everywhere, with everyone.

When they reached a more secluded area, she paused and rummaged through her bag, pulling out another jacket and a warm hat. She’d been wearing more layers during their flights lately, and it had made the experience much better.

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s this? You’re a pro now?”

Ignoring his comment, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He chuckled but didn’t hesitate to scoop her up effortlessly.

As soon as they were in the air, she tucked herself closer to him, snuggling into his warmth. It was instinctive now—her way of bracing against the wind and cold. The flight wasn’t long, and as soon as they landed, she wriggled to get down.

Eros held on for a moment longer than usual, his hands firm on her waist. When she looked up to question him, her breath caught at the way his silver-blue eyes seemed to soften as they met hers.

They smiled at each other before Psyche stepped back, brushing imaginary wrinkles from her jacket.

“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. “Let’s eat.”

Eros grinned, the moment passing as easily as it had come. “You seem to be really hungry today,” he said as he pulled his shirt on.

She caught the playful glint in his eyes and decided to match his tone. “That better not be a comment on my weight,” she said, arching an eyebrow.

He chuckled, the sound warm and unbothered. “Your weight? No, but for the record, I happen to like your body.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess,” she said, her tone sincere. “I’ve worked really hard to like it too.”

Eros shook his head, his grin growing. “Why do I even try?” he muttered.

She shrugged and gestured to the path ahead. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“There’s a pizza spot not far from here.”

“Pizza?” she echoed.

“Don’t worry,” he said, holding up a hand like he was trying to calm her down. “They’ve got other options, too, but they’re famous for their pizza. It’s Friday; you can give yourself a treat.”

She just gave him a look, and he grinned wider. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll give myself a treat. But don’t you dare ask for a slice.”

Psyche squinted at him. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, you’d probably eat the whole thing before I got the chance to ask.”

Eros chuckled. “You know me so well.”

As they continued walking, he glanced sideways at her. “So, really, what’s with the appetite today?”

She shrugged. “It’s been a long week. Maybe my body knows I need the extra energy.”

“Or maybe,” he said, leaning in slightly, “you’re finally succumbing to the dark side. A world of indulgence awaits, Psyche.”

She gave him a side-eye. “Is that what pizza represents to you? The pinnacle of decadence?”

“Hey, don’t knock it,” he said, grinning. “Pizza is an art form. And this place? Pure magic.”

Psyche tilted her head thoughtfully. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

They reached the restaurant and ordered their food. “Prepare to have your mind blown. But just to be clear, you’re really not getting any of my pizza.”

“You’re awfully territorial about food for someone who doesn’t even need to eat.”

“It’s not about need. It’s about enjoying the finer things in life. And pizza is definitely one of them.”

“You talk a big game. This pizza better be as life-changing as you claim.”

Eros shot her a quick, confident smile. “Oh, it is. Trust me.”

Their table was overflowing with food when the server left. Psyche reached for her salad first, the fresh greens and vibrant vegetables calling to her. She’d also ordered something else—a small plate of roasted vegetables—but she slid it aside for now, focusing on her salad.

The rest of the table was dominated by Eros’s food: a large pizza loaded with toppings, wings, garlic knots, and even a side of pasta. It was almost comical.

Eros dove into the pizza immediately, pulling a cheesy slice free. “So,” he said between bites, “I went for a hike earlier. Tallest mountain in the area, of course. Incredible views, a little challenging, but worth it.”

Psyche nodded, listening as she chewed her salad. She couldn’t help sneaking glances at the pizza. The gooey cheese, the crisp crust, the perfectly charred toppings—it all looked so good.

If Eros noticed her gaze, he said nothing; he just kept talking about the hike. Finally, she gave in, reaching for a slice. The first bite was pure bliss—crispy, savory, and delicious.

She paused mid-chew, her eyes widening as she looked at Eros. “Shut up.”

Eros burst out laughing, his whole body shaking as he leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You were thinking it,” she countered, taking another bite.

“Thinking what? That I knew you’d cave?” he teased, grinning.

Psyche just rolled her eyes and reached for another slice, ignoring his laughter as he continued to poke fun at her.

“You know, if I’d known watching you enjoy that would be this…satisfying, I’d have ordered pizza sooner.”

Psyche paused mid-bite, blinking at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head, biting into his own slice. “Nothing, Psyche. Absolutely nothing.”

Psyche stuck to two slices of pizza, and enjoyed each bite, while Eros worked his way through nearly the entire spread with enviable enthusiasm. They talked about everything from the quirks of working at the dig site to his adventures hiking in Denali.

She found herself laughing more than she expected, especially at Eros’s animated storytelling, his hands gesturing wildly as he described dodging an overly curious marmot.

“That thing was fearless,” he declared, finishing off his last slice.

Psyche raised an eyebrow as he leaned back with a satisfied sigh, his plate empty. “It’s so unfair that you can eat that much.”

“Want me to help with your leftovers?”

She swatted his hand away, and they both laughed, the air between them easy and warm. They got the check and left, but as they stepped outside, the drizzle misted their faces, and Psyche let out an annoyed sigh.

“Great. I can’t fly in the rain,” she said, shaking her head. “I hate the rain. It’s like being slapped in the face with a thousand tiny pins.”

Eros tilted his head, amused. “Rain isn’t that bad, Psyche. Adds a little drama to life.”

She shot him a flat look. “You’re not the one suffering through it. I’m calling a car.”

Luckily, a car arrived quickly, and they climbed in. Psyche settled into the seat, and Eros leaned back, pulling out his phone. A notification lit up his screen, and he smiled, swiping to open it.

“It’s a photo from my mom,” he said, turning the screen toward her. The picture showed Aphrodite and Hephaestus on a beach, their arms around each other, smiling under a clear blue sky.

Psyche looked at it and smiled. “They’re such a cute couple. And so lucky to be on the beach instead of…this.” She gestured to the rain pattering against the car windows.

Eros chuckled, glancing at the picture again. “Yeah, I’m glad they’re finally together. Took them long enough, though. They spent centuries denying it.”

Psyche tilted her head thoughtfully. “Maybe they were just scared it wouldn’t work out. It’s a big risk, isn’t it? Especially if you care about someone that much.”

Eros looked at her, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he laughed. “You’ve got a point. Leave it to you to make love sound like a PhD thesis.”

She shrugged, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “I think about things. A lot.”

Psyche looked out the window and groaned, staring out at the drenched scene. “Where are you going to stay?”

“I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t just let you stay out in this weather. Friends don’t do things like that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he insisted, but she wasn’t having it.

“My tent is big enough for both of us,” she said firmly.

Eros arched a brow at her suggestion, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “Your tent? Psyche, are you trying to lure me in with promises of close quarters and a cozy sleeping bag?”

She blinked at him. “Lure you? No, it’s just logical. It’s raining, and you can’t stay out in this weather. Plus, the tent has plenty of space.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re something else, Psyche.”

“Is that a yes?” she asked, folding her arms and giving him a determined look.

“Yes,” he relented with a dramatic sigh. “But I’m warning you, I snore.”

She rolled her eyes. “I wear earplugs. Problem solved.”

By the time they reached the campsite and rushed to her tent, the rain had turned into a steady downpour. Psyche handed Eros a spare towel as soon as they dashed into the tent. She shook out her jacket, then gestured to the corner.

“You can set up there. Just, uh, don’t get water everywhere.”

Eros gave her an exaggerated salute. “Yes, ma’am. You run a tight ship.”

“It’s a tent,” she corrected.

He grinned as he settled in. “A cozy one.”

Psyche glanced at him and decided it felt surprisingly…nice to have him there.

She moved around the small space and explained her routine, mostly to fill the silence. “I always start by reviewing my checklist for the day,” she said, pulling out a small, neatly organized notebook. “It helps me keep track of what I’ve done and what needs to happen tomorrow. Then, I write down three good things that happened today. Even if it was just, like, good weather or finishing a task.”

Eros lay sprawled on his side, head propped up on one hand, watching her with an easy smile. “Three good things, huh? What’s on today’s list?”

She glanced at him briefly before returning to her notebook. “Dinner was one. That pizza was really good.”

“I’ll take credit for that,” Eros said with a grin.

She ignored his interruption, continuing, “Two, I had a really productive day at the site. And three, I managed to stay calm even though plans changed last minute with the rain and everything.”

He nodded. “Solid list. I’d add: you let me crash your tent instead of kicking me out into the storm. Definitely a highlight for me.”

She paused, looking at him. “That’s not how it works. You’re supposed to come up with your own three things, not steal someone else’s.”

Eros laughed, rolling onto his back, and folding his hands behind his head. “Fine. Let’s see…Number one: got to hang out with my new favorite paleontologist. Two: didn’t get struck by lightning while flying earlier. And three: this tent is surprisingly cozy.”

Psyche tilted her head, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. “That’s…a pretty decent list.”

“Thanks,” he said, smirking. “But I think I’m stealing the pizza thing. That was life-changing.”

Shaking her head, she returned to her routine. After writing in her notebook, she pulled out a small pouch with essential oil blends and dabbed a little lavender on her wrists. She noticed Eros watching her curiously.

“It helps me relax,” she explained, holding up the bottle. “As long as it’s just a little bit, otherwise it can be too much, especially with my enhanced senses.”

“Does it work?” he asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“It works for me,” she said simply, tucking it away and pulling out her planner.

Eros stretched and yawned. “You’re really methodical about all this, huh?”

“It’s important,” she replied, without looking up. “Having a routine keeps me grounded. Without it, things get…overwhelming.”

“Got it,” he said softly. “I won’t mess it up.”

When she finally finished and turned off her lantern, she slid into her sleeping bag and lay still, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.

“Thanks for being patient,” she said into the quiet.

“Anytime, Psyche,” Eros’s voice was low and warm in the darkness.

The rain lashed against the tent, and a sharp flash of lightning lit up the inside before the thunder rumbled through. Psyche shivered involuntarily and sat up, rubbing her arms. “It’s getting a little cold,” she muttered, pulling on her sweater.

She looked over at Eros, who she could see in the dark because of her shifter senses. He seemed completely unfazed, lounging against the makeshift pillow he’d fashioned from his rolled-up towel. “You could just sleep next to me.”

Psyche tilted her head, considering it. “That makes sense. You’re always warm, even when we’re up in the clouds. Plus,” she added, “body heat transfer is much more effective when there’s direct contact, and your metabolic rate?—”

“Sure, Psyche,” he interrupted with a smirk.

She dragged her sleeping bag closer, positioning it next to him. Settling down, she lay on her back, adjusting until she was comfortable. Eros draped his arm over her, his touch radiating warmth. The familiarity of it reminded her of their flights, how natural it felt to lean into him.

“Good night,” she murmured, her voice soft as the pattering rain lulled her.

“Get some sleep.”

The last thing she remembered was his hand giving her the faintest squeeze before drifting off.