A Hate-Love Relationship

"Darling, this is not a game of hide and seek, it's a budding relationship. You won't seem desperate, you will seem brave and caring. So make the call. And I will be calling after you in an hour to make sure you did it, so don't let me down. I believe in you, dear!"
And with that Hesiod stopped the call, ending his customer consultation, and took a deep breath. He had a smile on his face, this couple was a passion project of his. They were perfect for each other, Hesiod could literally feel it, but were so they were so terribly shy. And after three dates one of them was going to ask the other out officially, and Hesiod was simply giddy. He was so happy for the two, and he couldn't wait to make that call in an hour.
"I love my job."
Hesiod said down at his dog/rage demon pet, who was walking next to him in the form of a white prim poodle. Waffles barked once back at Hesiod, and in his head he simply heard the words "Waffles have gallon of blood for every omg on call".
"I can't possibly say omg that much, get over yourself."
Hesiod said with a huff and looked back forward, missing the eye roll Waffles gave him.

Hesiod was on his way back from the gym, and was still wearing his pretty trendy workout clothes. Athleisure wear, as the young generation called it. And it matched with Hesiod's hot pink hair and silver eyes. All in all Hesiod didn't look like he had just worked out, but that was just his supernatural beauty working its magic, and he had showered very thoroughly. When you sweated wine you needed to clean yourself extra carefully. Hesiod's mind wandered back to the office, and he let out a dramatic sigh at the thought of all that paperwork waiting for him. Dear gods, he really needed to get a secretary. Hesiod was a lover, not a writer. How was he going to expand the business at this rate? He'd work himself dry.

Arriving in front of the building his agency was in Hesiod stopped for a moment to simply look at it. It was a kind of ritual of his, Hesiod simply took a moment to appreciate the point he had gotten in, and filled himself with ambition to go even farther. But just as Hesiod began to walk again he saw a kind of lost-looking figure in front of the building. They didn't have any ties to the passing people, so they probably weren't waiting for someone. Perhaps a potential customer? Immediately Hesiod took on his professional smile, earning a ruff from Waffles, and the words "Not every person customer" echoed in his head.
"Yes, but every person is a potential customer."
Hesiod answered, and walked on towards the figure. And as Hesiod got close he raised his hand and began saying
"Hello the-"
when he apparently startled the person, and got his trendy athleisure pants and shoes full of smoothie.
"Oh no, drink overboard!"
Hesiod quipped with a laugh. Inside he was pretty sad over this incident, but he wasn't about to start whining and complaining at this complete stranger over an accident.

"I would dare say it's a shared responsibility, I should know better than startle innocent bystanders."
Hesiod answered with a good-natured laugh, when Kon apologized at him. Well, almost apologized, for some reason he stopped in the middle.
Ah, perhaps because Hesiod might be fae? What a quick-witted youngster, Hesiod was impressed.
"Please don't lose your colours over my clothes, my dear. Grey doesn't suit you nearly as well."

Going inside had actually been in Hesiod's mind as well, he had a change of clothes in his office. But this was also the perfect chance to show this young one around the agency a bit, since Hesiod still suspected they were curious about the place.
"Splendid idea. Then let me come along, I imagine staying standing here with my new style would start a trend that would throw the entire island's fashion world into a dark age."
Hesiod's tone turned tad dramatic, as if he was actually imagining a trend of having smoothie all over your clothes. Oh, the horror.

"There we go, much better. Like the rainbow you deserve to be, my dear."
Hesiod said as Kon regained his colours, and Hesiod had a small grin on his face as he spread his arms a bit in a grand gesture. Waffles, who had been following the situation from a meter or so away rolled his eyes and let out a bark that resounded in Hesiod's head as
"You scare cat away"
Hesiod only glanced at the rage demon/poodle in a way that said "No I won't, shut up.". But he kept it brief, shouldn't weird out this youngster more than he already was.

This kid could take a joke, Hesiod appreciated that. His personality was hard to digest for those that preferred to take most things seriously, because Hesiod was nothing but flair and laughs. And so seemed to be this one, at least judging from his responses to Hesiod's fashion quip.
"It's the pain of being a trend setter, darling. 'Tis but a burden I must bear."
Hesiod sighed dramatically, and spun with flair as they began making their way to the entrance, Waffles following by Hesiod's side. Kon gained plus points from Hesiod when he threw the smoothie cup away, littering was bad, after all.

The automatic doors opened for them, and they arrived into the lobby. The building housed multiple businesses, and on the wall next to the front desk there was a list of the businesses and which floor they were in. The woman on the front desk looked up and smiled and nodded at Hesiod.
"Welcome back, Mr. Proxenitis."
The woman greeted, and Hesiod smiled back and waved.
"Thank you, Hilda."
Well, if the kid hadn't figured it out by then then at least now he knew that the one in his company was the owner of the Proxenitis matchmaking agency. Well, unless he was very dense or stupid, and somehow Hesiod doubted that.

"Is that so? Don't worry, she is a personal friend of mine, we will get that luck of your turned in no time. I couldn't possibly let such an upstanding young person remain on her bad side."
Hesiod said it like a declaration of war, and after setting his fist on top of his heart for a few moments her grinned a bit down at Kon.
"But yes, I did forget to introduce myself. All these semi-romantic encounters I have been cursed with always leave me forgetting basic manners. I'm Hesiod Proxenitis, but please call me Hesiod, or any wacky nickname you can come up with. My sister calls me Hessy."
Hesiod laughed, and reached out his hand for a handshake.

After their introductions Hesiod would take the lead, and walk the two of them over to the nearest bathroom, which was just past the front desk to the right. Thankfully all the bathrooms in the building weren't gender assigned, so Hesiod didn't need to start playing lottery with did Kon identify as a female, male or something else.
"Here we go! One bathroom fully equipped with all necessary tools for swift smoothie extraction from athleisure wear."
Hesiod said with a chuckle, and stepped on inside the bathroom. It was big and clean with plenty of space for him to slip out of his jacket and shoes. Under that Hesiod was wearing a t-shirt he had received as a joke gift once, and now he loved it. But Hesiod kept his pants on, it was bit too early for Kon to be seeing him in boxers.

Hesiod paid no mind to Kon's not-so-firm handshake, he did think a handshake could tell a lot about a person but Kon had already proved himself to be a good person, and Hesiod had a good eye for people.
"Hesiod it is then. It's great to meet you, Kon, despite this being quite turbulent first meeting."
Hesiod laughed heartily.

"My dear, I'm never decent, and yet I'm always decent. I'm a paradox."
Hesiod joked as he took off his jacket, and put it on the counter by the sinks. This situation was a bit awkward, but Hesiod shrugged the feeling off, he refused to let it affect him right now.
"But I do still have most of my clothes on, so feel free to turn around. Last I checked having pants and shirt on wasn't indecent. Unless I create yet another horrendous trend of it."
Hesiod tried to keep the mood light, and laughed as he began washing his hands.