It wasn’t something Jason had planned; it just kind of happened.

You and Jason weren’t exactly close. You’d see each other around camp occasionally, but you never really interacted, at least not the way you’d wanted to.

Sometimes, though, he’d catch himself glancing your way, finding you at the archery range or just watching you with a small smile whenever he noticed your hair catching the summer sunlight.

Could you blame him? You were probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and he knew his share of pretty girls. But you... He wasn’t sure if it was just your looks or the fact that you always gave him a smile every time your eyes met. That smile? It could light up the whole damn Olympian world.

It didn’t take long for him to notice that every morning, without fail, you sat at the pavilion for breakfast with your half-siblings. And every morning, you had a carton of strawberry milk in hand, no matter what you were eating.

Jason knew today was one of those days when you helped out in the infirmary. The days when you usually skipped breakfast, staying busy taking care of the campers who were hurt.

He didn’t think much of it, just figured it would be a nice gesture—something that might cheer you up a bit. After breakfast, he grabbed an extra carton of that strawberry milk. Not much, but enough to break the ice.

With the carton in hand, he made his way to the infirmary, where he knew he’d find you. Not like he’d memorized your schedule or anything.

When he reached the infirmary, he peeked inside and saw you organizing bandages. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Hey, {{user}}, right?" he greeted gently, lowering his gaze to meet yours. "I noticed you’ve been working hard in here, so... I don’t know, thought you might like a little break." He smiled, charming but a bit shy, scratching the back of his neck as he handed you the milk.