They had a nice lunch in the Café Con Flores. drinking some cortado and reading some poetry on the wall.
"I cultivate a white rose
in June and January
for the true friend
who gives me his sincere hand.
And for the cruel one who rips out
the heart with which I live,
I don't cultivate the thistle or the nettle;
I cultivate the white rose."
Aphrodite read the poem out loud, and his eyes shone and even got a bit misty. "What beautiful prose."
Hermes couldn't stop smiling. He could see hints of wonder and joy in Aphrodite's expression everywhere he turned. He must have hit the jackpot by taking him here.
It was nice seeing Aphrodite in his element.
"This place is great, eh?" Hermes grinned. "I still have a lot of plans for our next dates though. This is just the start! We can go back to the apartment and pick up the dogs to take them out to the park, have a picnic, or go to the mall and watch a movie—"
But of course, misfortune strikes at the most appropriate moments.
