Dirty Dancing with a Goddess

Chapter 2

"C??" I curve my palm into the alphabet C.

He quickly shakes his head, looking absolutely bewildered at my suggestion. Giving up on trying to speak again he stretches both arms in front of him, one drawing back, bending at his elbow before the same arm reaches over his head straightening out and joining his other palm once more.

Swimming? Is he swimming?

He continues very aggressively swimming through the air while seated, his body teetering from left to right with each stroke.

"Swimming in the ocean? Uhm sea, blue sea?" I copy his air swimming motion.

He snaps his fingers as if luck has just struck him "BLUE! Speak when mic blue,"

"Ohh, thank you,"

He nods, pressing the mic, and as he said it did turn blue.

"I'm (Y/n) daughter of Hades and Persephone. I'm here on my human knowledge and wellbeing assignment so that we can better manage your world and keep up with the latest advancements."

It beeps again and he finally looks relieved, bringing the phone closer to himself to read.

I spoke too soon, he looks at it for a second before all relief wipes clear off his features. 3 creases forming on his forehead as his eyebrows raise in disbelief.

He mutters to himself, pinching his nosebridge before typing once again.

'Go or I call security.'

Security?

"It's true, it's only for a little I- wha.." my words fall silent when he abruptly leans forward sniffing the air around me.

Is this... a new greeting ritual? Am I supposed to sniff back?

Awkwardly my upperbody leans forwards as well but before I could partake in the greetings his index finger lands onto the tip of my nose. He sucks his teeth, leaning away while simultaneously pushing me away by my nose, mumbling to himself again as he stares off "maekju? ..ah animyeon wine?...hmm,"
(beer? ..ah or wine?)

"It's crazy but its true. Don't worry it's only for awhile, until I help you."

He breaks away from the dazed stupor, blinking blankly before handing me the phone again. The same procedure of me talking to it and handing it over, and him looking absolutely dumbfounded repeats.

Rolling his eyes, his shoulders visibly slump as he looks my way before flailing both arms towards the door.

"Geunyang ga." He groans, hitting the corner of his head on the wall once more as his entire body moves. Atleast the knock wasn't as loud this time.
(Just leave)

He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the red locks back, before ruffling them up atop his head as he looks around the room.

Ah, this must be alot to take in, it's not everyday a god or goddess visits a mortal in modern times, not since the last time Uncle Zeus visited Earth and whenever he visits almost nothing good happens.

He finally stands up, going over to a table, after pushing a few things around he finally finds what he's looking for, a blank paper. Once again his hands hunt through the mess on the table, emerging with a pen this time.

Standing up on my own, I hesitantly approach him, he's scribbling on the paper.

He finishes his scribble proudly handing me the paper, with a pressed out smile he points at his paper "Nae sain,"
(My signature)

He steps away, still uncannily smiling as he walks over to his door, he takes hold of the knob before turning around, placing his hand on his chest and pulling the door open "Naga juseyo."
(Please leave.)