Prometheion: I'm Dating Hermes!

He tipped his baseball cap. The stranger's grin revealed bits of crumbs.

"And you are...?"

I noticed the checkered scarf around his neck.

"Hermes."

"The brand?"

"The man." He sent dancing fingers through the air in a snazzy salute. "G'morning, sweetheart. Loved the sandwich."

"Apparently," I mumbled. "So, how did you get in? The doors are locked, and I didn't hear any breaking glass." I looked him up and down. "Get lost on the way to a toga party?" Maybe he was a crazy frat bro.