[ WP ] Unbeknownst to you , you meet Medusa at a bar . Luckily you have extreme social anxiety and hate eye contact .

I kept my eyes focused on the stool in front of the counter as I entered, as to avoid meeting the awkward gazes of the strangers who were judging my every move. 
 As I sit down, the bartender asks what I'll be having, to which I manage to murmur out my order in a hush tone so other patrons would n't hear. 
 He serves up my drink, and as I mutter an unintelligible `` thanks'', a woman sits on the stool next to me. 
 With sweaty palms, I remove my phone from my pocket, and gaze daydreamingly at an empty message inbox to suppress my surroundings, when I hear her speak a soft `` Hi there'' 
 I lift my head up from my phone, and just manage to look at her out of the corner of my eye, without being able to make out any features. After waiting for what felt like a silent eternity, to see if she was actually talking to someone else, I speak up with a surprised yet awkward `` um... Hey.'' I think to myself 9 different reasons of why she chose to talk to me, and why did it have to be before the alcohol kicked in to alleviate the burdensome anxiety. 
 Resuming my meaningless stare at my uneventful phone display prompts her to say `` Cmon, lem me get a good look at you'', with a slur indicating she already had a few drinks herself. My heart now palpitating, I turn and look at her. I think to myself that I must in fact already be drunk, because her hair appears to be moving, and just as my eyes meet hers, they focus, and I see it is n't hair at all. From knowing a fair amount about mythology, I knew what was supposed to happen next, but when it did n't, she asked `` How is this possible?'' 
 I replied without missing a beat `` Because I'm already frozen solid.''
