Gaia was impossibly nice. It was the only way to describe her when she wasn’t ranting and raving about the environment. She was just a nice woman. So when this man started to ramble on about her looking tired and asking if it was a bad start and noticing how suckiness usually was sucky, she couldn’t help but keep a bright smile attached to her lips, which made the bags beneath her eyes disappear slightly.
“Really, it’s not all your fault. I was kind of zoning myself. I just, I had to stay up late for work things, so no doubt this will be a sucky day,” She said, lifting a hand up to brush a bang away from her face. Most of her hair was pulled back into a ponytail holder, but a few of the more rebellious strands had fallen forward to frame her face and give her an even more disheveled look.
“Judging by the singing I heard can I safely assume you aren’t having a bad start to the day?” She guessed, shifting her weight between her sneaker clad feet. She wasn’t really in a rush to work, and she was always more than happy to talk to someone, especially someone as sweet as this gentleman. Not only that, but she was getting such a strange vibe from him, something that told her he was, well, like her! A god of some sort, but not one that she recognized.