“Percy Jackson, son of Sally Jackson.” He extended a hand out to you, waiting for a handshake. You were kind of amazed honestly… the kid who beat the Minotaur wanting to shake your hand.

Well, that’s how you interpreted it, since you were a genuine hopeless romantic and delusional.

Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, or when he introduced himself to you, ‘Sally Jackson’s son’. He was pretty valid for saying that though, most godly parents had been absent their entire life.

You offered your hand to him, and decided to shake it, taking in the touch of his palms. You introduced yourself to him.