Page 5 of Looking for Seth

I thought he was being generous, but that was all part of flirting. Like rating our jokes based on types of cheese, apparently.

I raised an eyebrow.

It was going to be interesting to see which it was.

The reminder was meant to be playful, but there was also some truth in it. I didn't want to get caught up in a back-and-forth that wasn't going to go anywhere. Though with him being human and me being an immortal goddess, there was a risk of that anyway.

I considered not sending the message, but decided it was fine. He knew me well enough to be certain that I wasn't that kind of person.

I could feel the smile pulling at my lips as I typed, even though I knew it was corny and I shouldn't be so easily entertained.

"Messaging Saul again?" Bastet's voice cut through my thoughts, reminding me that I was currently in the real world and not hanging about on my own in my oasis where it wouldn't be weird for me to be grinning at my phone.

My friend took a seat at the table and made herself comfortable.

"I should never have told you that I matched with someone," I muttered. She might have been the one who urged me to go on the dating app in the first place, but that didn't give her the right to meddle. In theory. And it definitely didn't stop her from trying. Falling for Ptah, or recognising her still-existing feelings or whatever it was she did, seemed to have made her a hopeless romantic despite years of experience to the contrary.

"Oh come on, it's fun. What's he saying?" she asked.

"Nothing important," I said.

"And you're still not going to let me see a photo?"

I shook my head. "Not until there's something to tell." I had no idea why I was keeping what Saul looked like a secret, but something about the situation made me think that I needed to.

"You know, I'd have thought that having a friend out there dating would be a lot more entertaining."

I chuckled. "Sorry to burst your bubble."

"It's fine. Ptah said that Baal had some photos to show us from a hundred years ago. He had them magically enhanced so you can actually tell who is in them, which I have to admit is a lot better than staring at someone's fuzzy face."

"How did he get that done?"

"I'm not sure. I think it's a witch who does it. You'll have to ask him. They're here with the drinks now." She nodded to the two men approaching us with drinks in their hands.

"A rum and coke, right?" Ptah said as he placed my glass in front of me.

"Thanks. I have to admit, there are some advantages to having coupled-up friends," I quipped.

Bastet chuckled. "I'm glad you can think of at least one."

The two gods took their seats and settled into conversation while I kept checking my phone to see if Saul had responded. There was nothing yet, but that was probably because he was busy dealing with Tut.

Perhaps I should find Rufflebum and send some photos of the cat in return. He wasn't technically mine, but I found myself increasingly affectionate towards the stray who has made the god realm his home, especially when he came and went from my oasis as often as he does.

"Let's see these photos," Ptah said. "I'm interested to see how good this witch is."