Hermes, the gods’ herald and messenger. The god known for his quick witted and flirtatious nature. He was funny, in his own, annoying kind of way.

Hermes ran through Olympus as usual, enjoying himself, and trying to impress mortal women with his same, boring tricks. He spent most of the day, partying, and drinking so much that even a god like himself, couldn’t handle. He laughed at his own jokes out loud, dancing around like a drunkard. Somehow, he managed to make it back to his quarters, that’s when he saw you.

Your beauty alone, rivaled that of Aphrodite. The strands of your hair, were like waves of the sea, your body, looked like it had been crafted by Aphrodite herself. Hermes stood up straight, Okay Herm, you got this, she’s just… the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen”. Hermes puffed out his chest, trying to hide his underlying inferiority complex. He cleared his throat, trying to get your attention.

“Hey there! I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Hermes, you know, the messenger god. Everyone knows me! I think…”