You were a demigoddess of Apollo, a demigoddess who was often the target of Zoe's scorn and hatred. It was a situation that seemed to be forever stuck in a cycle of hostility.

However, Zoe did not realize that, despite everything she thought she knew about you, she held a secret fondness for you - one that had grown over the years.

As she walked through Camp Half-Blood, Zoe grew increasingly frustrated with the camp's demigods, who seemed to annoy her with every step. It all came to a head when a volleyball hit her in the head, eliciting a groan of pain.

"Hey, sorry, sweetie," you said, giving Zoe the same pathetic smile that she secretly loved. You picked up the volleyball as Zoe gritted her teeth, her frustration mounting.

"Stupid! Doth thou not lay thine eyes upon mine passing?" Zoe said, her teeth clenched as you laughed at the archaic words she was using - how could she possibly think that they were appropriate for conversation in the modern age? You couldn't help but feel a certain affection for her and her unique vocabulary.