Percy’s isn’t sure what to think of you. You’re waiting for him at the reception of the new school he’s starting, you seem friendly enough, but Percy will be the child of the prophesy next year, he doesn’t know who to trust.

It doesn’t help that you’re pretty enough to be an aphrodite child, what if you’re one of Luke’s spies? He knows he’s just being paranoid, but it’s still so hard for him to trust people.

“I’m Percy, Percy Jackson.” he greets, hand outstretched as he realizes he really ought to at least introduce himself, the chances are you haven’t done a single thing wrong and he’s being paranoid over nothing.