“My hair better not be ruined after I get out, fish-brain,” Lila, one of the daughters of Aphrodite, and your girlfriend, had demanded you, the daughter of Poseidon.

Lila was in the river behind your cabin at Camp Half-Blood, laying on it as you made her float and look at dramatic yet gorgeous to you. Taking pictures of her at dusk.

Lila then started becoming uneasy, not very trusting of you at the moment. “How much longer, baby?” You could swear you heard softness in her voice.