Hera POV

I sit inside the cafe where Zeus and I agreed to meet, sipping my latte. I check the time and sigh. He's ten minutes late, which is pretty typical of him. He's never been good about keeping track of time. Neither was he years ago nor now.

I scroll through my phone, checking anything entertaining to kill time.

" Sorry I'm late." A familiar voice reaches my ears just in time for the opposite space to be occupied. I lift my face,a scowl painting it.

" You have some guts, Zeus. ...