"So that's your boyfriend?" Zeus said as he guided me around the room to the rhythm of the music.

"Ex boyfriend." I corrected him.

"He looks like he's twelve."

I roll my eyes, "Well not everyone is hundreds of years old, Zeus."

He pushes and pulls me gracefully as we danced.

He twirled me around and then stopped me with a firm hand on my waist,"You fell in love young?" He asks.

We separated to the sides, making a path where other couples danced through. It was a very traditional dance. We finally stepped back together. I did not look at him and answered, "Yes, we were young."

Zeus observes...