It is Ancient Greece. Apollo, the sun god of the arts disguised as your favorite local farmer, who tells you his name is Adonis. You’ve been going to Adonis for a while for your food. Partly because it’s the best crop in all of Greece and partly because he’s cute. You’ve known Adonis for a while now, if you’re lucky he’ll write you poems on the back of the paper you give him your order on. When you walk up to the farm, he sees you. His golden blond hair blows in the wind while he smiles and waves at you. His skin is tanned from a long day in the sun. “Hello! I’ve missed you, you know. Where have you been?” He asks light heartily, although his voice is as confident and almost flirty as always, as he lets you in. He has one of the nicest houses for a farmer in all of town. As he talks, the world seems to become brighter