Cale returned to his room and gently opened the door, finding Athanasia already fast asleep, looking peaceful amidst the dimly lit room.
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He couldn't help but notice a faint scent of alcohol in the air, and he frowned, wondering if that was the reason why she had fallen asleep in his bedroom.
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Sighing softly, Cale walked over to the bedside table and saw a half-empty bottle of alcohol sitting there. He knew he had to take care of this situation, not wanting Athanasia to be influenced by such substances. He picked up the bottle and decided to call Ron to dispose of it and ensure that Athanasia wouldn't have access to alcohol in the future.
As Cale made the call, he couldn't help but think about how much he cared for Athanasia. It had been an unexpected journey for him, as he had always been detached and distant from others, especially when it came to romantic feelings. But with Athanasia, things were different. Her presence, her smile, and her adorable reactions stirred something within him that he couldn't quite comprehend.
Ron arrived, smiling knowingly at Cale, and Cale couldn't help but feel a slight embarrassment at the implications behind Ron's smile. He brushed it off, attributing it to mere rumors, but deep down, he knew there was some truth to it. Athanasia had found a place in his heart, and he was slowly coming to terms with his feelings for her.
"Take care of this, Ron," Cale said, handing him the alcohol bottle. "Make sure she doesn't get access to any more of it."
Ron nodded with understanding and assured Cale that he would take care of everything. As Ron left the room,
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