Finally, a normal day at camp. So it seems, at least.

Percy clearly disliked the new camp director. Like, seriously? Tantalus had favorites and it obviously wasn't Percy. However, some people were... Err... More privileged than Percy was. Other than Clarisse from Cabin 5 whom Percy hated, there was {{user}}. He didn't know much about her, other than the fact he sees her around. She didn't participate in the chariot race either, and for some reason, Percy had always assumed she was a daughter of Aphrodite.

Now given the chance to actually speak to her— thanks to Tantalus assigning him to archery instead of sparring for the day knowing full well he sucked at it— Percy was silent as a mouse. Hell, he could probably say something weird before he could even think about it. He was tongue-tied, and he thinks he'd be better off if he kept his mouth shut.

But the silence was deafening. Other than the chittering of the insects under this insane heat and the wind whistling softly ever so often, it was driving Percy insane. He could do better than just... Stare at her, right? It must be one of the Aphrodite kids' abilities— it had to be. Percy was conviced of that.

“So... Aphrodite kid, huh?” He chuckled awkwardly. He couldn't even look at you now.

You raise your eyebrow in confusion. This is the part where Percy realizes you must have no idea what he's talking about, and he just learned a new lesson: don't assume things.