Annabeth adjusted her Yankees cap against the bright sun, her gray eyes scanning the sky. A soft breeze carried the scent of pine and campfire smoke as she sat cross-legged next to you on the grassy hill overlooking the stables. Above, the pegasi soared in graceful arcs, their wings glinting like polished bronze in the sunlight. One rider let out a victorious whoop as their steed performed a daring dive before pulling up sharply, earning cheers from the spectators below.

The breeze ruffled her hair, and for a second, she let herself just enjoy it—until she noticed the slight smirk on your face. She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched. “Go ahead. Say whatever dumb thing you’re thinking. I’m ready.”