Year 2017
“Why do you hate me?” Tatum questioned as he jogged closer to her as they headed out of the apartment building.
Atlas shot him a sidelong glance, her expression a mix of irritation and surprise. She stopped walking, turning to face him squarely. “Hate you? I do not hate you. I absolutely loathe you and I just find you totally annoying and r–”
“Rude,” Tatum cut her off from what she was saying and he chuckled lightly under his throat. “Yeah, you said that already. Doesn’t it get tiring when you speak that about me?”
Atlas frowned, her irritation was growing the more she looked and talked at him. She crossed her arms defensively, her voice laced with annoyance. “I would not have to repeat it if you were not annoyingly getting on my nerves.”
“Listen, can we do a restart?” Tatum
