Poseidon was having an average afternoon, on a average Sunday, eating his average icecream from the average shop. He tried to look as normal as possible, being a god he did not know the mortal world to well. As the god walked along the average beach in the average city, he noticed a beautiful women.
She was laughing with her friends but also looked like she was trying to hide the misfortune in her life. Poseidon noticed from this far away look in her eyes, she had a sad past. Getting more and more curious about this young woman, he found himself getting stares from the people around him. His ice-cream started to melt, and it was going over his shirt.
In an attempt to show off to the lady and clean himself off, he took of his shirt, as he had seen young boys do. In fact over his life he had become quite fit and healthy, working out in the sun all day. He tried to hide his icecream, to look like he was no idiot.
The girls that this woman was talking with, started pointing and giggling at the god. Poseidon was offended at how they treated him, but them remembered he must not incinerate such people on a beautiful sunny day like this, at Montauk beach.
He nodded at the lady, but she looked away. The girls she was with suddenly noticed her grief. Poseidon overheard a bit of this conversation, all the girls saying that they felt sorry for her, because her uncle had just passed away. She burst into tears and the girls tried to console 'poor dear, Sally' but she stood up and walked back to her car. Poseidon ran after her, leaving his shirt back on the beach.
As soon as the god caught up to her, she was halfway to her car. Poseidon introduced himself as Richard Cole, and she nodded and told him Sally Jackson. He kept up a polite chat, talking about her studies and the weather, because Poseidon had already fallen in love.