Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
This week we’re with Apollo, Khalil and Deirdre in the next Gods of DC book (still untitled). This week is a picture prompt. 
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**

Deidre took in the black leather and hard molded plastic around her. In the mortal world below them, this car would have peaked over six figures to buy. Apollo must have scooped one off a showroom floor then tripped it out for these across the sky jaunts. 
She glanced out the window at the fluffy, cotton ball clouds beneath them. The golden glow of the rising sun followed behind them like an obedient puppy.
Thank Dagda that she wasn’t afraid of heights.
She turned to the man beside her, his hands clutched to the steering wheel. Or god. Whatever. His eyes stared ahead of him with an unbreakable focus. He looked tense and very unhappy. 
Deidre sensed he didn’t want her there. She cleared her throat then spoke. “So last night was fun.”
“Uh-huh,” was all Apollo said.
Her heart fell a little. Yeah, last night was a one night stand. She was well aware that it was. But deep inside she wanted one more. She seemed to have clicked with Khalil. Unfortunately, it seemed the sun god was cold as ice.
She took a deep breath and continued. “Is something up, luv? You don’t want me here, do you?’
He huffed as he pressed his lips into a tight, thin line. “No one rides in my chariot with me. These are solo missions. I’m waiting for my uncle Hades to pop out of nowhere and snuff me out for doing this.”
Deirdre cocked her head as she fought back a grin. “You’re a people pleaser. Aren’t you, lad?”
Apollo spun at her with a scowl. “I am not a people...I mean I just try to be cooperative…” He fell silent then chuckled. “If you met my twin, you’d get it. One of us has to be the good one. It isn’t her.”