XENIA
Like the perfect gentleman, Hades opened the door for me upon arrival.
“Thank you,” I found myself smiling as we headed towards the movie theater, and if I wasn’t hallucinating there was a ghost of a smile on Hades’ face as well.
“Let’s put a hold on any sort of appreciation until you see the movie I chose,” he said then paused suddenly, a few steps away from the movie counter.
“I’m sure I’ll love whatever movie you picked,” I meant it, truly. But he still seemed to be scanning me with skepticism heavy in his deep green eyes.
Why did he care so much if I liked the movie or not? We’d not even crossed the acquaintance threshold and I was still a tad weary of his sudden niceness.
“Sure?” he ran his hand through his hair, managing to look sickeningly mesmerizing while at it, “What’
