Hera tapped her feet awkwardly as her eyes raked the posh loft for what felt like the hundredth time. She brought her wrist to her line of view and glanced down at the expensive watch strapped onto it, a rare gift forged in Tartarus and given to her by her husband after she caught him in bed with yet another nymph. Almost two hours had gone by, the longest two hours of Hera's life at that. It was just a matter of time till Helios walked through the door and she could finally be on her way. Sitting in silence with Apollo, who she could literally feel staring angrily at her, was proving to be more uncomfortable than she had thought.
"So how is he doing?" Apollo mumbled.
Hera turned to the young god sitting next to her, he was looking down at his phone while leaning lazily back on the sofa. Huh, maybe he hadn't been giving her the death stare after all. "How is who doing?" She asked the Apollo.
