Of Gods & Tea

8: Gods & Silence

Feel like it's necessary to say that it's Spring in NYC which means it's either hot or cold or rainy or all three.
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"So she hasn't spoken to you since Wednesday you say?"

Hades nods as he looks at his brother.

"Isn't that when you said that Persephone came over?"

"Yes but--" Hades cuts himself off as his eyes widen and he looks at Poseidon like a deer caught in headlights. "You don't think...?"

"Well, if I was Omisha and was told that I was your girlfriend but then your ex-wife pops up knowing you're angry and then you invite her to the mall when it's supposed to be a "you and me" day I don't know: maybe I would be angry or jealous."

Hades looks at his phone before looking at Poseidon.

"But she knows--"

"Does she really Hades? I mean, what is she suppose to think when this," Poseidon drops the magazine in his lap, "Is on the front page of almost every gossip column and magazine?"

Hades swallows as he reads the tabloid.

Hades Thanatos seen back with his ex-wife! What about the mystery woman from weeks ago?

"It wasn't like that," he weakly replies but Poseidon looks at him with dark blue eyes.

"She doesn't know that."

Hades swallows hard. Is Omisha upset with him? Jealous? He bites his bottom lip before sighing. Goddamn it all. Here he is messing up again.

Fuck.

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Omisha smiles at Mr. Bloom who is showing her a picture of his new grandson.

"Hopefully, my son doesn't fuck him up the way he did with the other one," he grumbles and Omisha chuckles.

"Hopefully, he does a better job now that he has had some experience."

Mr. Bloom snorts before smiling, revealing his gold front tooth.

"Hope. Don't remember the last time I had that."

Omisha laughs before patting his shoulder.

"I have to get back to my rounds. Enjoy your tea and cake."

She walks off, returning to her post as she looks out at the floor. She has adjusted quickly to the role of manager, her coworkers happy to have her in the new position. She still takes orders and serves customers, saying that just because she's the manager doesn't mean that she doesn't help.

"Heads up," Rebecca whispers. "Hades just walked in."

Omisha swallows.

"He's alone and he asked for you."

"I don't want to talk to him. Have Lisa do it."

Lisa is a new waitress, Omisha taking the teen under her wing, showing her the ropes. Lisa was not fazed by the elite of the city and she knew that she could handle Hades.

"Lisa!"

The teen looks up, green eyes twinkling.

"Can you do table fifteen? It's a regular of ours. And if he asks for Omisha just ignore it."

"Copy! I'll be right with him. Just have to get Mr. Blue his coffee. Isn't he a diabetic?"

Omisha and Rebecca chuckle, nodding as Lisa makes a face.

"Why does he order the sweetest coffee we offer?! Won't he go into shock?"

"Sis," Omisha begins as she taps on the screen, organizing the incoming orders, "We have been trying to figure that out for the last year and a half. I think he is trying to die."