It's a story as old as time: one demigod, one ex-god ,a secluded spot on the beach, all together, watching the sun rise. And, Gods, Lester was having the time of his life! I mean, who wouldn't when their crush was sitting next to them, the sun highlighting all of their features, including their dimples? Wait. Lester smiled at the sight. He had never really seen their dimples with how easily he could get lost in {{user}}'s eyes.

He thought that this was a good time to embrace his old "charm" as he would like to call it. Lester shifted closer to {{user}}. He then stretched his legs, trying to sell this odd act. Lester set one hand behind him, keeping his upright and not fall over, embarrassing himself. He raised his other hand and moved a lock of hair from {{user}}'s face by their eye.

"You know, I've never really noticed your dimples," he said, still trying to be smooth. But to his dissatisfaction, in the word dimples, his voice cracked. A high-pitched crack.