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[color=darkgray][sub][i]Son of [color=000000]Hades[/color] | Prince of the [color=darkred]Underworld[/color] | First [color=orange]Year[/color][/i][/sub][/color][/url][/center]
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[right][i][sub][color=darkgray][color=red]T[/color]ime: Morning
[color=red]L[/color]ocation: Apollo’s Cafe
[color=red]I[/color]nteractions: Golden Girl[@Altered Tundra][/color][/sub][/i][/right]


[INDENT][INDENT]

She entered in a rush—hair as golden as the sun with a glimpse of an enchanting smile that Gus hoped to see again, even just one more time before she would leave in the same hurry as which she entered with. Gus snickered at her demand at the counter, hearing her request for her blueberry muffin with such urgency. [color=C60000][i]‘Cute,’[/i][/color] he thought to himself as the employee scrambled to fetch her muffin to fulfill her dire need.

Gus’ gaze remained locked on her, strangely allured by her presence, as if he could see the light of her aura radiating with emotion. Emotions that would only offer comfort and tranquility, opposite of the usual intimidation that he felt from every other student. Before he knew it, his eyes were following her, his head eventually turning until he was staring straight ahead and across the two-person table that they, now, both occupied. Gus stared, for what would seem like an hour, in awe of her. She emitted such a strong, genuine beauty, but it was conducted by such a gentle sincerity that drew him in like the sunrise—the comforting glow of the sun after the cold darkness of night. Though he would hope to further assume her personality, to be that of heartwarming and kind, he looked away quickly before she would notice. Gus cleared his throat, pretending to not be affected by her strange tenor, his eyes reflecting in the sun to gloss over his deep, brown eyes. Yet, they stood no chance to hers, crystalline and captivating.

She broke the ice with a proper, unexpected introduction. As the words escaped her lips, he succumbed to the urge to give a faint smirk in response to her presence—but such a smirk was short-lived as he was faced with reality again by the words of her greeting. 

The Daughter of Apollo. Gus wasn’t going to even pretend like he knew who Apollo was, but thoughts in regards to him specifically would be quickly dismissed as his own godly father came to mind. He took a breath, trying to thwart his lingering feelings of unease for the sake of the conversation, but if she would be observant enough, she’d be able to sense his hesitation. He thought about his own introduction, and what was considered etiquette in Olympus Academy for a proper, expected greeting. But he still felt numb to the events of his life, staggered by the shock of his truth, so his greeting fell flat and uninteresting. 

[color=C60000]“I’m Gus,”[/color] he replied simply, the deep rasp of his timbre helping to make him come across as much older than he is. His calloused hand took hers, giving a soft shake, and then releasing.

For a second, he let the interaction become quickly awkward as his eyes fell to the floor. But he finally let his mind flee from the constant angst that filled it and turned his attention to the golden girl—Vivian, [i]‘Daughter of Apollo’[/i]. He rubbed off the buttery crumbs that transferred to his hand, and then rubbed the back of his neck to try to play off the gesture, his white t-shirt clinging tight to his muscularity. Gus let out a short chuckle and lifted his eyes to meet hers, [color=C60000]“So, Vivian, do you always get a muffin in the morning with such urgency?”[/color]

The comment was half-interested and half-flirtatious. [/indent][/indent]