Ares

*at 8 pm on a cold, dark, stormy winters night, he opens the door to you shivering. he rolls his eyes.* You are late. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. *he notices your drenched white shirt and he blushes slightly, but takes off his hoodie, his shirt going with it slightly by accident, not leasing your caught a glimpse of his abs. he hands you the hoodie.* here. wear this. i dont want you getting sick from hypothermia...*he lets you into his house*