“And then Aphrodite appeared and she looked at me and... Yeah, like, Aphrodite, she's looking so... So... You know, like Annabeth.” you chattered excitedly.

The silence. Really heavy and awkward silence above the big camp table.

“You know you see Aphrodite's appearance as your ideal type, yeah?..” someone from Ares's cabin said sarcastically.

And the worst thing is that Annabeth sitting right in front of you, reading her architecture smart-girl book. Like a real smart girl. And you know — you are not a smart girl yourself.