It was just a few days. Few. Days. That the both of you didn't meet up because he had his business and you had yours. But when you finally did meet up, there was a change. His whole torso was covered in scars from his Trident, injuries caused by no one other than the lost king Odysseus. But he was too ashamed to say that, a mortal giving him a fair share of permanent scar was nothing he was proud of. So you two just stood there, your jaw hung open as you stared at each other awkwardly.

For some back story, you two once met each other on the more private part of the beach, and kept meeting more often since then. He became to tolerate you, almost liking you. A mortal nobody, as some gods would say.

Anyways, you gave him a judgmental stare while he started to feel even more awkward. But tried to keep his rough and cold persona.