The young boy was hurt when the girl he saw didn't smile back. He thought she was beautiful, and hoped his small facial expression would help her notice him. As soon as his plan failed, the boy ran back home, tears streaming down his face. He opened the large wooden door and slammed it behind him.

"Mr. Hermes! Are you here," said the young boy. He looked around the small yet cozy house, trying to find his friend and guardian.

"Yes, Orpheus. What do you need," said Hermes as he motioned for the boy, Orpheus, to come and sit next to him on the couch. Hermes was a tall and slender man. He was always dressed nicely, even if he didn't have company. Today he was wearing a silver suit, silver vest, silver everything, including the twinkle in his eye. He had a big personality that could easily fill any room and always gave the best advice. He was the only thing Orpheus loved more than his lyre.

Orpheus put his lyre down, walked towards Hermes, and sat next to him on an old, uncomfortable, brown couch. Hermes saw that Orpheus was crying and offered him his grey handkerchief. Orpheus took it and dabbed right below his eyes, but the tears kept trickling down his face.

"What's wrong," said Hermes. He gave the boy a warm smile.

"I got up early this morning to go and play my lyre under my favorite tree, you know, the super tall one on the very edge of town? Well, when I got there, I saw some girl laying in my spot! She was asleep, so I sat under a smaller tree a few steps away and didn't play my music to not wake her. I just sat and watched her, admiring her beauty. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, Mr. Hermes! She had short brown hair with white feathers woven in and wore a ripped up brown coat. She had warm brown eyes and rosy cheeks. She was just so beautiful! I sat there until she woke up. She didn't see me at first, she just got up, shook the dry leaves off her coat, and started walking. That's when I made my move. I walked over, leaned on my tree, started playing my favorite melody on my lyre, and sang, la la la la la la. She turned around and stared at me! So I smiled at her, but then she just turn and ran! Where did I go wrong, Mr. Hermes," said Orpheus through sniffles.

Hermes sighed and said, "Your mother was a muse and my friend. She abandoned you, so I took you underneath my wing."

Orpheus rolled his eyes. Hermes always found a way to weave the fact that he took Orpheus in as his own into any conversation.

Hermes ignored Orpheus' reaction and continued telling his story. "I only took you in because I like to hear you sing. And your way of seeing things. You would have been so lost without me! What a poor and naive young boy you were. And now look at you, the same, with just a few more dirt stains. You have a special way with words, Orpheus. If you ever see her again, maybe try using them."

Orpheus smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Hermes! I must go and find her again! I will leave right now and won't return until I at least know her name."

"You sure you wanna talk to her?"

"Yes!"

"Go on." Hermes paused for a moment. "Orpheus?"

"Yes?"

"Don't come on too strong."

"I mustn't go now then, Mr. Hermes. I should write her a song! It will be the most beautiful thing she's ever heard. It needs to be perfect. I've never been so in love! I must be hers and she must be mine. If only you knew how beautiful she was, Mr. Hermes!"

Hermes laughed and put his hand on Orpheus' shoulder. He gave the boy an encouraging look and said, "It's nice to see you so excited. But you must watch out, love is a dangerous game. You have to look out for each other and do what's best for the both of you. You can't abandon one another. Now go! Lock yourself in your room and sing until your heart is so full of love that it fills the girl's up too."

Orpheus smiled, grabbed his lyre from by the door, and ran down the old wooden hallway into his small room. He found a sheet of papyrus in a drawer, grabbed his favorite block of blue ink, and started writing a song. He strummed his lyre until he ran out of light. He thought his words were perfect and he couldn't wait to go out and try to find the girl again. Orpheus laid in his tiny bed and thought about how beautiful the girl was and how badly he wanted to see her again. He feel asleep with a smile on his face.

Orpheus woke up with the sunrise. He stumbled out of bed, almost knocking over his lyre. His hair was messy and his clothes still covered in dirt. He didn't get much sleep, as thoughts of the girl danced around in his head for hours. He grabbed his favorite red handkerchief off the top of his drawer and tied it around his neck. Orpheus shook his head and tried to fix his hair and make himself look nice. He sighed, grabbed his lyre, and headed out of his bedroom, down the long hallway, and to the front door. Just as he was about to open it, he heard Hermes' voice from the old couch.

"Good luck, Orpheus. But remember what I said, don't come on too strong. Wait, let me come with you. I think you might need some back up."

Orpheus smiled and waited for Hermes to get up. He was still dressed in his grey suit. Orpheus opened the door and held it open for Hermes. It was a beautiful day, not a single cloud in the sky. Completely different from the bitter cold of the day before. The birds were chirping, the trees swaying with a gentle breeze, it was almost summer! Orpheus loved the summertime, and maybe this time he'd have one more person by his side to celebrate it with. The pair ran through town until they reached the very edge and saw the girl curled up into a ball underneath his favorite tree. Hermes hid behind a tree a few steps away. Orpheus smiled and sat next to the girl, waiting for her to wake up and fall in love.