"So Saturday works for you?"

"You betcha. I'll see you then!" I hang up my phone and then turn to face Michelle. "So, he, um, wants to go out on Saturday," I tell her.

The shriek that escapes her lips gives me a headache. "That's so great, Anna!" she squeals, throwing her arms around me and squeezing. "What are you going to wear? Where are you guys going? Do you think he'll kiss you?"

I gently ease out of Michelle's arms and straighten my clothes, which had become disheveled by her hug. "I'm not entirely sure, dear." It's not like this is my first date ever – goodness, I've been on many a date, but only with the other gods on Olympus. Mortals are so squishy and vulnerable. "You can help dress me, if you want."

She fist pumps the air and lets out a whoop of excitement. "Oh this is going to be awesome!" she says. "I know exactly what to make you wear!" She pauses. "Well, I will when I know what you guys are doing."

"You'll be the first to know after I do, alright?"

"Deal!"

Michelle rummages through her closet, doing her best to find an outfit for me. "So you're just going out to dinner?"

"Yep."

"Fancy?"

"Not really, unless you count Panda Express to be the crème de la crème of the socialite ladder."

Michelle turns to face me, sticking out her tongue before returning to her closet that is filled to the brim with clothing. She pulls out a pair of dark jean shorts and throws them at my face. "Put those on," she says without pausing her search. Next, a cream-colored shirt with dark teal flowers on it is tossed at me. "That too."

I comply, dressing myself while Michelle finds the perfect pair of shoes. "Is this okay?" I ask her once she hands me a pair of grey striped Toms. The shirt is slightly loose and hangs from my frame very well and the shorts fit perfectly – the joy of this body being the same size as Michelle's. I slip the shoes on my feet and stand there, waiting for Michelle to finish her appraisal.

A smile breaks out on her face and she bounces up and down, clapping and squealing like a small child. "Perfect!" She ceases her bouncing and places her hands on her hips. "I should do this for a living." I roll my eyes, causing hers to narrow. "Stuff it," she scolds. "You look great and you know it."

I turn and look at myself in the mirror and I can't help but admit that Michelle is right. I do look pretty good, despite my prior reservations to the whole ordeal. "I suppose I do," I say. I plop down on her bed and let out a long sigh. "Is all of this really necessary?"

"You bet it is."

"Hmph. If you say so."

"I do!" Michelle grabs my arm and pulls me off her bed. "Now let's get you over there," she says.

"Hey, Anna!" Peter's face lights up when he sees me, and he jogs over to where Michelle has dropped me off, giving me a hug when he reaches me. "It's…nice to see you again," he says, tripping over his words a little and quickly releasing me from his arms. His face is a bright shade of red.

"Hi, Peter," I say, smiling.

"So, do you wanna go get some food?"

I nod. "You bet."

Shyly, Peter grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers and leading me to the door.

Dinner is not that big of an affair. We eat our meal mostly in silence with awkward small talk being our only conversation. We finish our food quickly and then wait outside for Peter's mom to come pick him up.

"That was…nice," he says, smiling a little and glancing at me.

"The food was good," I reply, looking straight ahead.

Peter opens his mouth to say something, but cannot seem to find the words, choosing instead to close his mouth and shove his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched.

"What?" I ask, turning to him.

"You just…don't seem that enthusiastic about this."

Sighing, I say, "this is my first…date with a mortal, alright? It was very different from what I was expecting."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense," he mumbles.

I slip my arm through his and grin. "That doesn't mean it was bad, alright? Don't worry about it." I give him a playful shove.

He shoves me back. "Alright, Anna. I trust you." His smile is back. We stare out at the parking lot, not saying much but it is enough. "That looks like my mom," he says as a silver car pulls in front of the restaurant. "I had a nice time today."

"Me too."

Peter gives me a strong hug before climbing into the front seat of the car and driving away.