One Last Hurdle

It had been five minutes already, but Hunter didn't reply to her message yet. Hera sighed in disappointment. She noticed he had yet to see the message. 

'I miss you, asshole. Can you hurry up? What's taking you so long to reach out?'

Hera inwardly cursed. 

She was impatient and couldn't wait to see him in person, but she knew he was angry, and it would take time for his stubborn thickhead to give in. 

Pocketing her cell phone, Hera strolled aimlessly for a while longer. There was a joyful bounce to her steps as she was in a pleasant mood. Her feet halted near the prayer hall, and she peeked inside to find less than ten people praying with their hands folded and eyes closed.