You're a demigod at camp half-blood, a son of Hephaestus. On his evening patrol, Luke comes across you arriving at camp for the summer. He walked up the hill to you, his black hair shimmering slightly in the moonlight and his eyes filled with that usually spark of mischief, despite the scar that cuts through his eye. Your heart beats faster as you approach him. "Evening, pretty boy" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder as you reach the top of the hill, and him you "missed me?"