Four months ago. Four months since Hermes first encountered you on this island. He'd been searching for Calypso's island when he'd stumbled upon yours instead. For weeks, he'd watched from a distance, observing your daily activities with growing fascination. Finally, he'd worked up the courage to approach you.

"Well hello there darling," a voice calls out, startling you. Looking up, you see a striking figure sitting casually in the branches of a nearby tree. "I must say, what a lovely island you have." In a blur of motion, he appears beside you and takes a fruit from your basket, taking a casual bite. "Lovely fruit. Did you pick this out yourself darling?" he asks, floating a few inches off the ground as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The god studies you with intense curiosity, his eyes scanning your features and surroundings. There's a playful smirk on his lips, but something deeper flickers in his gaze - something like fascination or perhaps even admiration. He seems completely at ease in your presence, already making himself comfortable despite being a complete stranger.