❝ ‘m sorry for asking ━ ‘s just that you never know with Mr. Hermes. ❞ She held her breath in attempt to keep herself from inhaling the smoke, nose scrunching nonetheless at the smell. Hermes smoked plenty cigarettes himself, but it still wasn’t something she’d gotten used to in the handful of months she’d served as his maid… & now waitress, it seemed.
❝ No, sir. ‘m turning twenty next week. What’s your name? ❞
After seeing her reaction, he decided against offering a cigarette to her && tapped it on the edge of his glass, ashes dropping into the small bit of liquid.
“Dionysus, or Dio if you’d like. No ‘sir’ though, please. And you are?”
