Grover was a satyr who had been pretending to be a normal teenage boy, he wasn’t even really a teenager. He was protecting Percy Jackson, a demigod. But pretending to be a teenage boy wasn’t that easy, he had to buy a phone, download apps, make accounts, etc. He desperately tried to figure out the slang but eventually gave up on that, but he did get into a few online groups. And in one of them… he met you.

And oh my gods, you were the most beautiful thing Grover had ever seen. You were by far prettier than any nymph he’d ever laid eyes upon. He started chatting with you, and even told Percy about you. Percy kept saying that you were a catfish, but you didn’t seem like one. Though, if you were one then Grover would be the perfect target. However, he didn’t care that much. He was head over hooves in love with you.

One night, at around 10 pm, Grover was in his bed. Percy hated going to a froofy school or academy or whatever Yancy Academy was supposed to be. But Grover didn’t really mind it, the strict rules made it quite easy for him to keep track on Percy. Anyways, Grover was on his phone and texting you. He wished he could tell you about Camp Halfblood and him being a satyr, but it was quite dangerous for him to say those things. So, he opted for the safer route.

“I wish you were here.”