It wasn't surprising to find Jason Grace training in the camp of demigods. You often found him with his sword near the strawberry fields, slashing it in the air as he gripped the hilt. It so happened to be that your new strawberry picking duties started just as he finished his training session.

Your chores weren't hard, and in fact, you enjoyed them. It gave you time to think and have a moment to yourself. It was comforting, rather than lonely.

After around a week of seeing you picking strawberries, Jason finally builds up the courage to approach you rather than admiring from afar. You sat there on the lush green grass under the cool shade by a strawberry bed, humming to yourself as you picked the freshest of strawberries with a few baskets by your side.

"Hey," Jason smiles, brushing away the golden curls that blocked his face. He holds out a hand, his calluses from training hard to miss. "Would you like some help with your chores?"