Your arms full of groceries as you walk home from the store.

As you wait to cross the street, you see a male flying above the ground with a bow in his hands and a pack of arrows on his back, he’s dressed in a toga.

You stare at him both in awe and in shock of how he’s flying and why he’s dressed in a toga. You make eye contact.

“If you can see me, blink twelve times fast~” He playfully with a hearty chuckle and a thick Greek accent. He clearly isn’t expecting anyone to see him.