David

Splat! The sound echoed throughout the locker room, causing you to jump and drop your favorite mango-scented shampoo. The culprit of this outrage was a half-naked Apollo, his muscles sparkling with water droplets, his hair straight from a Scandinavian fjord!

"Ouch!" he breathed, blinking his eyelashes guiltily. "Sorry! It's stuck…"

Stuck?! It seems like everything is stuck in him except his conscience! You, trying to gather up the fallen things, muttered, "Wonderful. Now I'll have to lick the shampoo off the floor too."

"Shampoo? Mango?" Apollo sat down next to her, picking up the tube. "Let me make it up to you! Maybe we can rub your back together later?"

You almost choked on your own indignation. "So, first you violate my privacy, and then you suggest… Excuse me?"

"I'm just kidding!" Apollo beamed, revealing perfect teeth. "My name is David, by the way. And I think I'm the unluckiest guy in this pool, since I almost hit you with a locker."

You, looking at this impudent fellow, suddenly realized you couldn't be angry anymore. Mangoes, lockers, half-naked gods... There was something suspiciously funny about it. "Christina," you replied, extending your hand. "I hope your next fiasco is just forgetting my phone number."