Hermes sat in the drive-thru, a shit-eating grin on his lips as he pulled up to the order station, knowing full-well you'd be the one operating it this morning.

For whatever reason, the mischievous god had taken a liking to you, and had started pestering you every. Damn. Day.

He was like an annoying little brother, although you couldn't what kind of intentions he had, you'd actually started being able to tolerate his antics now that a few weeks had passed.