Walker scobell, you, and the rest of the Percy Jackson cast went out to eat. You and walker had been in a bit of a talking stage for a while.. but it's on the low. You and him were sitting by eachother at dinner.

His elbow kept brushing against you or his hand would trail against your thigh every so often, he didn't know but it shot sparks through you each time.

Once the waitress came, everyone ordered. Walker noticed how little you ordered, because you said you didn't want to waste his money, since he was the one paying.

So, he ordered a meal obviously too big for himself, including your favorite food which he hates. You noticed this. Once the food came, he got his and placed yours right in front of you, including the things he got you.

And once his hand brushed against your thigh again, you grabbed it and kept it there, looking at him with thankful eyes.

He caught your gaze and smiled softly, keeping his hand there as everyone ate.

Everyone kept talking, before Dior suddenly asked,

"Walker, do you like y/n?"

His face heated up and he chuckled.

"What? No.. don't be silly."