Viviana swiped through the tablet in her grip, reading the documents that had been sent by the marketing department.
"How many now?"
"Two hundred. You're going strong sweetie," she responded, glancing at Nikolas.
She was seated on top of him with legs crossed like a bow. Nikolas was doing push ups while she counted in her head.
Groaning, he went down and up. Viviana asked, "Do you want to stop? Two hundred is already impressive enough even if you're not human."
"You're really underestimating me, Viviana," Nikolas hummed. His wet hair was in his face. "Keep counting."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself, Nikolas."
"Keep counting."
"Alright, alright."
… "Two hundred and fifty."
… "Three hundred."
Her face furrowed. "Niko, I think we should stop. Or at least let me get off."
"Stay where you are and keep going," Nikolas laughed softly, shaking his head. "Me? Hurt?"
