Gaia watched him turn his head to the side before looking back at her and saying something about her job. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m constantly busy though, but it’s for a good cause, so I suppose I can’t complain,” She said, tugging on the strap of her tote bag as she tapped the toe of her shoe along the ground. She always walked to work through the park, it was refreshing and it was better for the earth. She’d never owned a car and she never, ever planned on owning one.
“It wasn’t bad. In fact, I did find it rather cheery, or the short bit I heard of it,” She smiled and it was hard to tell if she was teasing or not. She hadn’t been paying that much attention to it before they had stumbled into each other, but his loud bellowing had been hard to ignore. Singing always seemed to brighten a mood, or so she thought.
But something about this man made her very interested in him. She took in his appearance and he looked like a normal guy to her. He didn’t have three eyes or claws or anything unusual. She didn’t recognize him from back in her days in Greece. He had that sort of quality, though, that she had, and all of her children and mates and other gods had. But he wasn’t Greek. What sort of god was he?