Anora tried to think of which titan Themis was, but drew a blank. Her best friend, Anna, had an interest in Greek mythology, but Anora usually only payed partial attention at best on the few occasions where she talked about it.
	[color=violet]“You’re what now?”[/color] She exaggerated a blink.
	The more answers she got, the more questions she had. But that was the way life was, never answering something without giving you something new to ponder, dash it if it confused or irritated you to no end. Maybe even life got bored and needed something to keep it entertained.
	Anora only stared at Pahn, her mouth slightly agape at the concept of “intergalactic trade routes.” She sat back in her seat, still staring at him as he consumed more of his current slice of pizza.
	[color=violet]“So, a guy named[i] Greed[/i] cheated you. You [i]do[/i] see the irony in that, right?”[/color] She could not help but chuckle lightly through her nose. [color=violet]“So, what. Are you telling me you’re one of the Greek gods or something? Because I don’t remember there being one named Pahnjaka.”[/color] She took a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth, and ran a hand through her hair.
	Trade routes to other planets. Titans. The gods of Olympus. An unexplainable connection to it all. It was, if Anora was honest, a bit overwhelming, if not mindbogglingly fantastic.
	[color=violet]“I swear,”[/color] she began with a disbelieving shake of her head, [color=violet]“if I wake up and find out that this is just another one of those freaky dreams, I’m going to go insane.”[/color]
	She startled at the sound of the bell at the door, nearly knocking over what remained of her glass of water. She looked to the door, sparing the well-dressed man a quick glance when he sat down.
	She gawked at the woman that entered. Everything from her ageless appearance to the way she held herself screamed some form of royalty and demanded respect. When she flicked a hand dismissively, Anora sunk further into her seat as everyone not endowed with green eyes stood and left as if in a trance, leaving behind partially emptied plates.
	[color=violet]“Okay,”[/color] Anora said, her words drawn out. She glanced to Pahn for his reaction, but either he had the focus of a goldfish who just got fed, or he did not care. [color=violet]“That’s not normal.”[/color]
	She held her breath when the woman’s attention turned toward her and Pahn’s table. She scooted a bit further away when she neared, hoping she was going for one of the tables beside them, but knowing better. The silence that had fallen in the room alone, broken only by the clack of the woman’s shoes, was unnerving.
	Anora swallowed as the sinuous woman flirtatiously pulled an extra chair to their table. The chilliness in the woman’s voice made a shiver step down Anora’s spine. She looked from Pahn to their uninvited guest and back again, trying to decide what to think between Pahn’s lack of concern and the sense of foreboding that nagged at her.
	Anora licked her lips when Pahn gestured for her to keep talking. [color=violet]“This… someone you know?”[/color]