She was a good listener by nature. Genuinely cared about people and their problems. She often found herself on park benches, being stopped by the coffee maker at work, and sitting on a sofa in the book shop she frequents, nodding politely and offering empathy to people she has never spoken to before in her life and most likely will never will again.

It had been a long day. She had managed to make it through without anyone cornering her to chat, but it was replaced by deadlines and a over-dramatic boss. Relaxing, eyes closed, in a hot bubble bath she shouldn’t have been shocked when she heard a deep voice just over her head.

For the love of…this is getting ridiculous, she thought to herself as the god, Pan, sat on the edge of the tub and carried on about nymphs, forests, and misconceptions. Despite her annoyance she patted is cloven hoof kindly as he sobbed softly into a tissue.

Moments later, Pan hugged and thanked her, leaving her to her bath. She sighed, wishing she had someone to talk to.