Terpsichore hadn't seen her Musagetes in a few months, and she was undeniably nervous. It had only been a few days since her return from Florida, since her attempts at reintegrating herself into some semblance of her sane, normal life- and what was more familiar and unrelentingly wonderful than seeing Apollo?
So of course she had spent an hour picking her outfit, and of course she had done and redone her hair at least four times before settling on long and loose, and of course she had asked her roommate no less than a dozen times on the subway ride to Apollo's if she really did look good. Kristen had assured her repeatedly that yes, she looked great, and dropped her off at the Chelsea apartment building with a wry smile. As daunting as the Muse found the prospect of traversing a city alone, she could manage an elevator.
Now it was just her and her old-not-old lover. She knocked on the apartment door at last, looking bright and expectant.