Victor allowed a small chuckle, good natured, smiling broadly at her. The Emberlynn was starstruck? With him? Something inside of him felt warm, soaring, especially stricken with her, with her words, with her very presence and proximity.
"You're starstruck?" he asked. "I happen to think that you are amazing," he said, his blue eyes searching her dark ones. "I'm a fan." And he really, really wanted to kiss her at the moment.
He thought about it, as he sat on his throne with the rest of the Olympians, thought of it as she approached to pour the ambrosia. How easy it would be, to just whisper, to lean forward slightly, and reach with his hand, to tilt her chin just a bit, and press his lips to hers, to kiss her there in front of everyone. But he didn't...
What was she causing in him? What were these things he was feeling? Why did he feel this connection to her, like he had known her long before this life, like they were tied together by something bigger than everything there, in that coffee shop, at that moment?
It had to be how gorgeous she was, he reasoned. After all, she was even more striking in real life, her youthful beauty emphasized, magnified a thousand-times-fold.