Hera couldn't believe he had done this to her again.

No, wait.

She couldn't believe she had fell for his little "I won't do it again, baby" act. Just a month ago, Zeus had promised that this 'Savannah' girl was the last of it. He'd quit. Why Hera fell for it?

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.

Even the queen herself couldn't answer that.

The real shocker here was who told her.

Poseidon barely ever stayed in Olympus unless there was a council.

"Hera." He took her hands. "You need to leave our little brother."

"What..what are you on about?" Hera laughed, looking up at him.

Poseidon sighed, dropping her hands so he could fix his messy black hair. "Zeus is with another woman. I saw them when I was at the beach. I don't like seeing you cry everyday, sister. Nor does anyone but apparently your husband himself."

"He was with another one?" Hera said, voice barely above a whisper. "But…"

"Zeus won't be back until tomorrow." Poseidon told her, his sea green eyes staring into her soft amber ones. "I suggest you leave. At council, I won't rat you out. Pinky promise." He smiled.

"We swear on the Styx, Poseidon." Hera mumbled, looking at the ground.

"Mortals say pinky promises are never broken." Poseidon said, holding out his pinky.

Hera rolled her eyes at his childish antics, but wrapped her small pinky around his larger one.

"I'll keep in contact with you." Poseidon smiled at her, turning his back. "Oh, and sister?"

"Yes?" Hera asked.

"Give Zeus what he deserves." Poseidon walked off.

Back to the present, where Hera was packing, she still hadn't figured out what Poseidon had meant. Even when she killed his mistresses and tortured his bastard children, Zeus still didn't care. It was almost like a game for him, Hera thought. She wondered briefly if she should leave a note, then decided Zeus wasn't worth it. "Well, thankfully I do have that spare apartment." She mumbled to herself, before vanishing into thin air.

Zeus had returned hours later, smelling like cheap perfume and having smeared lipstick on him. He considered cleaning up, but figured Hera would be mad either way.

"Sorry I'm so late," He said his half-assed and practiced apology as he walked into their bedchamber, expecting her to start screaming.

He frowned when he was met with complete silence.

Perhaps Hera was already asleep?

"Darling?" Zeus asked, looking at the bed. Nope, it was perfectly made and seemed to be untouched for hours. As he glanced around the room, Zeus noticed it was only his stuff in there. None of Hera's jewelry, clothing, or anything.

Zeus felt mildly panicked. He crossed off Hera leaving him, because why would she ever do that? She was probably kidnapped! Thats what happened! Tomorrow in the council meeting, Zeus would most definitely address her absence and obvious kidnapping. Someone must've saw, right?

When Zeus finally rested his mind of other possible situations involving Hera, he found that he was rather lonely and slightly upset in the bed made for two, but only occupying one.

Hera awoke to sunlight shining through the window. Even though this apartment was nothing compared to Olympus's magnificence, it was quite cozy and she was happy to call it home for…well, how long was she staying away from Zeus? Poseidon hadn't given her a specific time to return. Hera shrugged off the thoughts, stretching as she got out of bed. She did her hair in a messy bun, looking through her clothes. Mortal women rarely ever wore the elegant dresses she wore, so she figured she might as well try to blend in. Hera picked jeans with a white v-neck. That was casual, right? Oh well. She put on earrings, looking at her wedding ring. Did it even mean anything anymore? Zeus nearly broke every promise he ever said to her, so…

Hera made the decision to keep her wedding ring on the dresser beside her bed. Her ring finger seemed empty, but she felt like it was the best decision. Hera walked out of the apartment building, glancing around. She wasn't used to the mortal world. There were so many different stores for the same thing. It didn't make any sense to her, if she was being honest.

Hera walked into a small coffee shop, the bell ringing on the door as she turned around.

"Welcome!" A man said, smiling at her kindly.

Hera felt her heart beat slightly faster. The man had brown hair that was spiked up to the side, and light sky blue eyes unlike her husbands dark electric blue ones. He wasn't too tall, only 6"0, but that was pretty tall to her, only being 5"3. His smile just seemed so inviting. He only looked, twenty-three, at best. Hera's human looked pretty much the same as her goddess form, except without the stress wrinkles, thank gods. She could probably pass for twenty-five.

"Do you know what you'd like to get?" The man asked. Hera glanced at the menu written above the counter.

"A small vanilla coffee with milk." She finally replied.

"Would you like sugar?" He asked.

"No," Hera shook her head.

The man hit buttons on the cash register. "That'll be $1.75." He smiled politely.

Hera took out a credit card.

Jacob Ryans was convinced whatever entity was up there hated him. First, his girlfriend of two years cheats on him the day he was going to pop the question. Secondly, his father loses his job so now he and his mother need to start working multiple jobs. Luckily for him, he could just work overtime in the coffee shop instead of balancing two jobs, unlike his poor mother. Thirdly, all his coworkers apparently decided to take today off and leave him stuck with everything!

However, there is one thing that he has to thank heaven for sending.

The beautiful woman walking into the coffee shop nearly takes his breath away. She's the epitome of perfect, he swears it. She has dark brown hair and beautiful amber eyes, he's never even seen that color on anyone. She also has a cute half smile that he could swoon over if he weren't trying to lose his job. He doesn't know why, but every time he tries to talk to her as she sits by the window, drinking the coffee he made, he just clams up and shies away.

'Get it together, Jacob!' A voice in his head tells him.

"So…you're not a regular customer." He says, then wants to slap himself as she looks at him, amused.

"I don't mean you're like an alien or something! I just…usually we have regulars and—okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." Jacob grabs a broom, beginning to sweep the invisible dust.

The woman bites her lip, but a laugh escapes before she could stop it. And he'll be damned if its not the cutest thing he's ever heard.

"I know what you meant, you didn't need to explain it." She giggles, crossing one leg over the other as she looks at him.

Jacob blushes. Of course she knew what he meant. His dumbass just had to ruin first impressions. "Well you probably think I'm stupid, but I promise you I finished college. But um…here we like to know regular customer names. So if you're going to be a regular…can I get your name?"

She tenses visibly, and Jacob cringes. He hopes he wasn't being too forward—now she probably thinks he's stupid AND a desperate creep!

"It's Heather." She says after some time, looking at her coffee instead of at him.

Its a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, Jacob thinks.

She starts laughing, and Jacob realizes he's said it aloud. He blushes, looking at the wall.

"I'm Jacob."

"Jacob." She repeats, smiling slightly. Jacob likes the way she says it. Her voice is just so mesmerizing. Everything about her is, he decides.

"Yeah, Jacob." He smiles in return, holding out his hand. He's very happy when she takes his hand, shaking it.

Maybe the divine being up there doesn't hate him so much after all.