“But that doesn’t…” That still didn’t make any sense. Even if their reflections were showing them as these Greek gods that still didn’t change that fact that people didn’t turn into deities. They didn’t. Plain and simple. There had to be another explanation for this and her expression was more serious than before. Clearly she didn’t like things not making sense.
He didn’t have to say it but she knew it anyway. The story said that he loved her at sight and something about that rubbed her the wrong way. It was less that it sounded overly romantic – that was the kind of shit that she only liked in movies. No, it was something else and she hadn’t put her finger on it yet. “Thank god I wasn’t dancing when I came in. Otherwise you’d be proposing.” It was supposed to be a joke but it sounded a little flat. Maybe that was it. That it almost sounded like they were getting together because of some stupid story. Love at first sight only applied to that one moment. This was dancing and marriage and babies that looked like her old university mascot. Hell fuck no, she wasn't going to have merkids!
“We’re not Greek gods.” She have him a curt nod, her words said aloud to reassure him and to reassure herself. “I mean, so what. We like the ocean. So do a lot of people. You don’t have aquatic friends who help you pick up girls.” Her tone was warming, her sense of humor slowly coming back. “I’m pretty awesome on the dance floor but not like that. We can’t part seas or bring storms or anything like that.”