Alisa's eyes were as wide as saucers as she looked up at Argo. She literally dropped her fork and just stared at the Olympian. Her heart just seemed to stop in her chest for a moment. He did not look real... like something out of the few books she managed to scavage through in a Library's book bin on free book day. She continued to seem motionless, just... staring.
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