She could get used to answers like that. No one was in the break room and she stole a quick kiss, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth before settling down and looking back at their reflections.
He had a point. She hadn’t known what to make of their images, but once he said it, it all seemed to fit. “God-like,” she murmured. She stared intently at Paul’s reflection. He did remind her of the statues she used to see in museums. She ran down the list of statues she knew, almost calling him by a few names but knew there was one that fit him better.
“Poseidon?” she teased, trying to ignore the chord her words seemed to strike within her. She wasn’t much for myths and legends, but all her work had tied to the sea. It would’ve been impossible to not know ancient references to Poseidon or Neptune or any other water deity. “All you’re missing is a trident.” That didn’t explain why this was happening, or why she was still decked out like a mermaid.