Things were all good, I mean it was centuries ago when he fucked her over and turned one of the most beautiful woman into..well..not so beautiful. He was sure there would be no hard feelings. One of those things where they would laugh about it later! Ah, he so wasn’t laughing. In fact he made sure to take the long way to her gallery, wondering if he would be a pile of stones on the floor by the time he talked to her. All it would take is making sure he apologized and stayed steadied with his conversation. No way was he going to insult her.
But his shallow mind had to wonder, what now? Was she ugly still? Snakes flying around in that hair of hers? It didn’t help that the Snakes On a Plane theme song was in the car and that song was never on. Jesus, this was not a good sign.
He got to her gallery and walked among the premise casually like he was expecting to get shot. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke. Poseidon, usually calm and ever so confident was actually intimidated.