Everyone knew that the gods liked taking trips down to Earth every now and then- hell, some of them had even turned their temples into glorified vacation homes- and yet, it was somehow still a surprise whenever you met one face to face. Especially by coincidence.

...and it just so happened that a certain flamboyant sun god was sitting in the café just a few tables away from you, an entranced smile on his face as he admired you from across the room.

Apollo, Greek god of the sun, music, dance, and a smorgasbord of other things had somehow developed a crush on you- maybe because you'd always check in on him whenever you prayed to him, offered tenderly handmade gifts to him at your altar, or because you prayed to him less like he was your master, but rather a role model, or even a friend.