Atene looked up at the rising sun and closed her eyes, trying to calm her thoughts. So much was lost when the Grid died. But that was something she couldn't dwell on. She had a Program with her now and she needed to teach him. It would be a few weeks before her father came back into town and she needed to teach him the ways of humans. At that moment, Tron ran into a glass door to a cafe.
"Ah!" He exclaimed as he fell backwards and landed on his butt on the sidewalk. A few early-risers looked at him with disdain. Atene ran to him and helped him up.
"Are you alright?" She asked anxiously. He looked up at her, confusion plain across his face.
"I'm not hurt. But what was that?"
Atene sighed. "Thank God." Then she shook her head. "They have glass in the Grid, why didn't you understand it?" At this Tron looked back up at the door.
"That was glass?" He asked, an innocent confusion spreading over his face. "I hardly recognized it in the light."
Atene blinked and nodded. "Okay. I can accept that as an answer. But you've gotta get your act together before I my father gets home."
"I'm sorry, Atene." He said sheepishly and she opened the door for him as he walked in, his head low. Atene sighed and shook her head. She had been with him for only a few hours, but an eighteen year old like her was going to get tired of a man as technologically backwards as this one. She followed him in only to find him still right in front of the door. She bumped into him and then grumbled as he still didn't move. Finally she moved awkwardly around him and walked up to the front counter. A tired looking man looked down at her.
"Can I have a vanilla capaccino, a hot chocolate, and two cinnamon bagels?" She asked. "Please." She added, remembering her manners. The man nodded and Atene pointed at a seat for Tron to take. He did so, his expression still guilty.
Once Atene had the food, she joined him and her forehead immediately hit the table. Concerened and afraid, Tron jumped at the loud thump. He gently poked her head and she groaned, peeping out the side of her eye.
"Yes?" She asked, her voice tired. Tron looked down at the table, then looked back.
"Um, are you alright, Atene?" He asked, his voice quiet. She grunted.
"Yeah. Just tired..." And she slipped into a deep sleep. Tron poked her head again but she didn't wake up.
"Uh, oh." He said and looked around for help.