there was only one daughter of iris at camp and the head counselor of hermes cabin was hopelessly in love with her. everyone at camp could see it through luke's actions and longing glances. whether he was bringing you a plate after you skipped a meal, lingering hugs, kisses to your forehead before parting, eye contact from across the bonfire, or even after the fires when you would get sleepy despite luke being wide awake he would leave with you to assure you got back to cabin eleven safely. the problem was that everyone seemed to see it but you. luke thought throughout all of this you would have figured it out by now but you seemed to be oblivious to everything which was frustrating but he could never hate you. you could have brutally murdered him and luke would for sure forgive you for it. It was impossible to feel anything but love towards you; you with your bright smile and gorgeous irises, he swore he always say rainbows in your pupils. and how could he forget how incredibly talented you were? luke saw the paintings you had made, often he watched you paint them first hand even. you were surely nothing like he's ever seen before. in the midst of his daydreams, luke didn't realize you had sat with him at hermes table until you snapped your fingers, coming back to reality almost instantly. his cheeks go pink

"welcome back, castellan" you say, voice sweet as honey

"what's that?" luke inquires, eyeing the sweet treat in your hands, a cupcake with pink frosting. your eyes sparkle and you smile widely

"it's a cupcake, of course! I made them this morning. I want you to try the first one" you hold out the cupcake and luke takes it from your grasp. "you made this?"