#gildedinglamour

You need to be ready for Christmas withe me though…….

I can give you all of that minus the vomit and plus multiple orgasms. Happy thanksgiving.

Omfg what. Who died?!??

gildedinglamour

"Harry! Order for table six is up!"

And there goes the 'ding!' for the servers, which made Harry, a.k.a Hermes, dashed towards the kitchen window and slid a tray in order to bring the food to the customer. It was a very busy day, and the health cafe could use some help since they're a good and growing business, something that Hermes cared for, obviously.

To tell the truth, job has been a drag ever since Gaea fell back to sleep. The Mother Earth is resting peacefully, the family (and by that, he meant the Olympus) is quiet since there's nothing for them to argue about... except the usual thing, the ones that Hermes doesn't pay attention anymore. Hence why he decided to take the time off and let George-Martha do the deliveries along with his subordinates, and serving as a waiter in a cafe instead. Money is not a problem, naturally, so he just does it for fun.

"Table six... table six..." The messenger god looked around, quirking his brows in excitement once he spotted the table. Wow, a cute blonde. And from the back, he could see that she has a good figure. But something nagged in the back of his head; he felt like he knew this person. 

Nevertheless, Hermes put his best smile and marched straight towards her. He tapped his plastic name tag that says 'Harry', tugging the collar of his white polo shirt and stopped once he reached the table. For a god with a green apron as his uniform, he packed a lot of confidence. "Good morning. Here's your order, Ma'am-"

But his confidence went elsewhere once he realized who was sitting there. This was nowhere near her home, so Hermes definitely didn't expect to see the model in front of him. And thanks to the shock, the messenger god can't say anything except-

"Oh, stamps. Candice. Uh..." Nervous chuckle. "Hi."