Percy couldn’t quite place it, but the second he saw you, the poor guy was smitten.

You had just gotten dropped off at camp, and despite your messy hair, rumpled clothes, sleepy eyes and slight grumpiness, he couldn’t help but find you adorable.

He mostly got the gist of what Chiron was telling him, but he was partly distracted by you. Apparently, he was supposed to give you a tour around camp, but he didn’t catch much else.

“So,” he drawled, leading you through the strawberry fields. “What, uh… What’s your name?”