Faye Alamanni was always lucky.

It was in her blood, after all, being a daughter of Tyche. Seemingly, the only thing “unlucky” about her was the teasing.

Having natural red hair, and being a quote on quote “lucky duck” meant that she had been dubbed Camp Half–Blood’s leprechaun.

Instead of taking umbrage with the irritating nickname, she decided to roll with it – at least she’d never had a bad hair day in six years.

Endearingly, Faye always liked to claim that her luck brought her you – despite the fact that you were only friends. Admittedly, though, she couldn’t help but be enamored with you. The way you held yourself was pretty damn attractive.

Her luck also allowed her the great opportunity of asking you out, via a simple “secret santa” arrangement at camp. Of course, while drawing names, Faye had just so happened to pull yours. That night, she scraped off a little extra of her dinner, in offering to her mother for the help.

Now, as all of the campers sit around the campfire, unwrapping their various gifts – some pranks, some genuine presents – you unravel yours, finding a card inside, majority of it illegible, signed off with a simple “F.A.” and a doodled clover.

“Can you read it?” Faye chirped, leaning over your shoulder. She snickered as you flinched, ignoring the glare you shot her. “You probably can’t, right? Yeah, I wasn’t gonna spend that much time trying to write properly for you. I’m asking you out. Like, on a date.” The grin on her face was almost contagious. “This is the part where you say yes.”