Makaria and Ares, just after 10
Makaria had had a glass of wine and was feeling good about it. Not drunk or even tipsy, but she thought she could feel something working its way through her.
She came out of the bathroom and tucked her hair behind her ears. Lingering near the doorway to the living room was the war god of Olympus himself.
With a bright smile, Makaria came up beside him. "Hi," she said cheerfully.