She turned back to the door and gently set the flowers outside of it, bending both knees so she could swoop down and make sure the basket did not tip over.  She then turned and walked back near his desk.  Even with him sitting, she still felt almost small in his presence.  Harrison had talked about the owner of this funeral home a handful of times, and he had mentioned the man was imposing, but it was something beyond that.  It was as if his presence pulled at her in a way she could not place, like an invisible tether.  Some men did this kind of thing with charisma, but that did not seem to be the case with Hades.  She settled into the chair he had indicated and her eyes widened slightly as he gave her the check.  Kore had fully expected to have to discount this delivery and several others in the future.<br/><br/>“I probably should get back to the shop, but since you’re having your staff unload the truck, I suppose a few moments wouldn’t hurt...” Kore slid the check into a pocket on the side of her dress.  Though she enjoyed the beauty and cut of a dress, she also liked those that were practical.  Women’s clothing never had enough pockets, so Kore often picked outfits that were both feminine and practical, like the dress she wore now.<br/><br/>She perhaps should have pressed about giving him a discount, but his original request would have left her with no margin for profit.  The shop did well enough, it could take the hit, but secretly she was grateful for his sudden change of heart.  Kore peered at him, her eyes squinting slightly as she tried to place why he seemed so familiar.  As she scrutinized him, she could not help but consider how attractive he was.  Typically she avoided the dating scene, mostly because handsome men so often knew they were handsome and possessed an ego to match, but she somehow assumed Hades was not that way.   In fact, she could have sworn Harrison mentioned something about the man being a work-a-holic who really needed to ‘get laid.’  That thought brought a pleasant, if slightly embarrassed, blush to her typically pale cheeks.<br/><br/>“If you won’t let me give you a discount, then you should let me buy you lunch.  Or dinner, if you’d prefer.  It’s really the least I could do.”  She offered, then continued.  “It’s strange, maybe it’s just because we’ve spoken on the phone but I could almost swear we’ve met before...”