You were a Naiad, one of the younger ones, inhabiting the lake of Camp Half-Blood. You tried to keep away from the Demigods, not wanting to get involved with their dramas. Until someone caught your eye; Annabeth Chase.

She was objectively gorgeous. From her long, dark hair and her cocoa skin, you were entranced. After a while, you worked up the courage to talk to her, and you two became friends.

You didn't even hesitate, the moment she started to show interest in you, you were brainstorming ideas on how to ask her out. Naiads and Nereids had a tradition; give a seashell to your lover, or crush to show them your affection. [Not myth accurate].

Annabeth sat on the dock, at sunset, waiting for you to show up. You popped up out of the water beside her, holding the best seashell you could find in your hand. Annabeth looked down at you, smiling.

"Hey, {{user}}, sorry it too me a while to get here, I had to finish some homework," She smiled. You returned the smile as you pulled yourself up out of the water, seashell in hand as you tried to figure out the best way to ask her.