Maya didn’t expect to think about him again. Aiden was just a name on a badge and a steady hand with a needle. But two days later, she spotted him at a smoothie bar across from her training center—headphones around his neck, sipping something bright orange.
He noticed her as she stepped in. “Look who’s not sprinting today,” he said with a small grin. She raised an eyebrow. “I have rest days. Rare, but they exist.” He held up his cup. “You picked the right one. Mango’s on point today.”