A strange, strange feeling comes over me when Toby dedicates the song to me and begins to sing. My insides...they feel like they’re twisting. A flutter begins to form in my stomach. Is this what the humans speak of when they mention butterflies? It is a strange sensation and I shift slightly in my chair to counter it.<br/><br/>It doesn’t  work. The more he sings, the more my stomach flutters.<br/><br/>His voice is as rich and as sweet as I always knew it was, and I hope that he can give me my own private concert once we free ourselves from this rowdy crowd.  My dark eyes lock into his as he sings, and for the first time in a long time, I truly feel beautiful.<br/><br/>I’m a goddess (as you already know. You’re probably tired of hearing me say so! Is this what humans call bragging? Or is it humble bragging?). I was created with ethereal, otherworldly beauty, as are the other gods and goddesses in this place. But Toby is the first one that truly makes me<i>feel</i>beautiful.<br/><br/>He loves me. He’s told me. I’ve felt it. I’ve seen it. And although a deity should refrain from any sort of relationship with a human (it gets complicated otherwise), I’d be damned if I wasn’t falling for him too.<br/><br/>Well...I’ve never been one to follow rules.<br/><br/>Toby, my sweet Toby, finishes his song and I’m the first to give him a standing ovation. I don’t yell ‘encore’, mainly because I would now like him to myself, please.<br/><br/>The entire crowd watching follows suit, and I feel my heart swell with both pride and respect. Toby Turner has truly done well in the realm of comedy. Hearing the thunderous laughs have rejuvenated and invigorated me. I want Toby to preform here a couple times a month, and I have a feeling that Dion does too.<br/><br/>Once the applause dies down and the patrons speak excitedly about ‘that hilarious human on stage’, I slip from the front row and meet Toby at the back. I am still glowing with pride as I hug him tightly, and my cheeks tint pink. “You...you are incredible.” I praise. “Absolutely wonderful. I know that Dion is going to ask you back.”<br/><br/>As I speak to him, I lead him towards the elevator. I am reminded how well my hand fits into his as I pull him forward.<br/><br/>The inside of the elevator is made fully of glass, and it seems to ascend into the heavens. I press on my button and it begins to take us to floor 1,363. Not the penthouse, I’m not a Zeus or Hera, but it is certainly high enough to give me a status.<br/><br/>My back is pressed against the wall of the elevator, and I glance up at Toby. I want to talk, of course, but I want to be intimate with him even more.<br/><br/>I tug him towards me and he moves easily. When he’s close enough, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss.