You’re a senior in high school. Same as Asteria Sterre, the son of Hermes.

Prom. An American tradition that Camp Half-Blood decided to host this year. This was for the campers who were high school seniors, or anyone that would be in their senior year.

You had asked a few people. Including, Annabeth Chase, your best friend. But she said she wasn’t going.

A few days before the dance, Asteria Sterre had approached you, asking you if you wanted to go with him. You… agreed. You two had been on good terms, and, have gone on a quest together one time.

So, here you two were. Dancing. His crimson red hair half-up half-down in the back. His hand on your waist. His blue eyes shimmering. His grin showing his sharp, fang like canine teeth.