Nereus shook Alannah's hand, with a smug and mocking expression on his face.<span style="color: #BFBFFF">"Well, it wasn't a very <span style="font-weight: bold">good</span> meeting."</span>Nereus said, with a bored shrug. Even after she'd expressed the shop was closing up, his expression remained that of a spoiled billionaire.<span style="color: #BFBFFF">"Well, isn't that just the biggest shame?"</span>Nereus asked Dimitri, his voice rang of condescending nature.<span style="color: #BFBFFF">"And after you came all this way, too. But, you know what they say about the kiddies: they're just so naive."</span>Nereus expressed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">"That ain't fair, you-"</span>Dimitri had gotten upset enough to argue back, even though he knew it was the worst possible thing to do when it came to his father. His argument, as always, was cut off.<br/><br/>Nereus had raised two fingers, and a brow, while his lips formed into a smirk. The coffee in Dimitri's hands, still untouched, flew upwards out of the cup. The hot coffee blasted the demigod in the face like a water balloon, though none of it hit the floor, it had all coated onto Dimitri's head and chest. Dimitri's expression darkened as he looked to his father, who was now visibly laughing at his own display of a parlor trick.<br/><br/>In the moment, Dimitri froze in a mix of humiliation, anger, and defeat. Dimitri knew the smart thing to do was to give up and walk out of the coffee shop. Nereus would follow, and that would be the end of it. But in the moment, Dimitri couldn't bring himself to be the bigger person. He stepped up to Nereus, who now looked amused by his son's stand. Dimitri gripped the coffee with his powers, although it felt very awkward and tainted, he could still feel control over it.<br/><br/>And then the door from the kitchen opened, and Dimitri let his grip go. Now, along with the humiliation, there was another problem: Daniel.