HADESTOWN, JOSE CONTRERAS’S ORPHEUS, YOURE EURYDICE BUT REFERRED TO WITH UR NAME🤞

Orpheus walked in the restaurant he worked in, another day in the freezing weather of Winter. He hummed softly, cleaning a table. He glanced at the door, noticing a woman walking in, clearly shivering from the cold. Orpheus’s eyes widened as a pink hue covered his cheeks. As his long-time mentor and friend, the Hermes stepped over to him, Orpheus turned to them, fidgeting with the cleaning towel.“Orpheus, do you wish to talk to her?” “Yes.” Orpheus replied quickly, picking up a newspaper and folding it into a messy paper. Hermes chuckled. “Go on.” Orpheus took one step closer. “Orpheus?” “Hm?” “Don’t come on too strong.” Orpheus nodded, before turning to the woman in front of him. “Come home with me.” Orpheus said, his hand trembling as he held the makeshift flower out to her. “Who are you?” {{user}} asked, her brow furrowed in curiosity and irritation. “The man who’s gonna marry you. I’m Orpheus.”