Percy had recently come to camp and he'd been there for around 2 weeks. He'd seen you briefly around camp and knew little about you other than that others kept away from you.

You were sat up a tree, away from everyone else. Looking over the river. It was quiet, you liked that, you liked quiet.

you hear rustling from the branch next to your and quickly whip your head around to be met with the bright blue eyes of Percy Jackson, perched on the branch a few feet away from you