Apollo liked you…I mean, he was the god of music…and you were a popular singer at 18 too, which—whoa. What he would give to have you. But he couldn’t just come to you as a Greek god, he’d totally scare you away.

So he knocked on your door, disguised as a teenage mortal, at 2am in the morning. It was raining.

You opened the door, and was greeted by Apollo’s human form, Lester. He had this form after being banished from Olympus. But now he used it regularly since he got back.

“Hey..”