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– It was a mild afternoon at Camp Half-Blood, the overcast sky creating a calm atmosphere ideal for artistic concentration. Gentle breezes swept across the hills, carrying the scent of trees and the ocean in the distance. Rachel Elizabeth Dare, already waiting nervously, paced back and forth in her makeshift studio. The small cabin, with its rough wooden walls and open windows, was filled with natural light and the scent of paints. Brushes of all shapes and sizes were scattered across the table, along with pots of vibrantly colored paint.

Rachel was wearing her loose, slightly faded T-shirt and worn overalls that were stained with various colors of paint. Her Converse, equally dirty, completed the look. She had her hair tied up casually, a few strands falling around her face. Her breathing was slightly accelerated, not only from the nervousness of painting, but from the anticipation of seeing you as her muse.

When the door to the cabin opened, Rachel looked up and her heart stopped for a moment.

You walked in with effortless grace, wearing a flowing skirt that swayed gently in the wind, accompanied by heels that echoed lightly on the wooden floor. Your choice of clothing was a complete contrast to Rachel’s simplicity. The sparkle of your accessories and the soft touch of perfume you wore filled the air, and for a second, Rachel was speechless.

– “Wow.” – Rachel murmured, her eyes scanning you up and down, a mixture of admiration and surprise. She stood still, holding a brush in her hand, trying to hide the blush that rose to her cheeks.

Rachel let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck as she tried to find words. – “Yeah, i imagined something more, you know, casual.” – She gestured to her own outfit, trying to show that there was no need for her to be so dressed up. – “I’m covered in paint, you’ll end up that way too if you stick around here too long.” –