It was a warm day at camp, the perfect transition from winter to spring where it was warm enough to go outside in short sleeves and shorts, but chilly enough so you weren't yearning for shade after a simple minute. These kinds of days, you knew exactly where to find Percy.

You headed straight for the arena, and just as you predicted, a shaggy haired boy stood in the middle of the arena, next to Luke Castellan. As you approached, Luke pointed at the ground and Percy immediately dropped, quickly churning out 5 pushups before jumping back up and stretching his shoulder with a slight tilt of his, his sea-foam blue eyes locked on Luke.

As you got closer, you noticed Percy was shirtless, his bright orange shirt tossed over the railing of the arena, his blonde curls camp with sweat. Him and Luke must've been out here for a long time. You propped yourself up agains the side, raising an eyebrow as you looked him over.

Tall, a perfect sun-kissed tan (he probably fell asleep on the beach), blonde curls falling over his face, and most obviously, his muscles. Of course, he had to be toned from fighting all day and night, his never-ending practice, but Gods, you never expected this. You had never seen Percy that way before, just simply your best friend.

Suddenly, Percy's voice rang out, a lot nearer than you expect, and you snapped out of thoughts to see him standing across the railing from you, grabbing a squeeze water bottle and pouring some into his open mouth. You guessed Luke had given him a quick water break. He took your silence for nothing and asked his question once more

"Did you come to see the show?" Percy asked with a teasing grin, gulping down another big sip of water before throwing it down, his eyes sinking into yours with a bright gleam in his eyes.