connor has been trying to get your attention for a while now. for the last two summers, precisely during the weekends, he always throws parties at the hermes cabin, hoping you'd show up.

needless to say, his attempts were futile. you weren't that kind of person-- wasting your precious time on his frivolous gatherings.

and even though the son of hermes was growing frustrated, he stayed determined, still desperate to impress you. to finally make you notice him.

not that you didn't know about his existence, when he was so painfully loud about his interest in you. except, most of his flirting tactics involved small acts of thefts and terrible jokes.

until the day of the fourth of july had arrived, and with it, the same thought seemed to cross every camper’s mind: to watch the stoll brothers’ fireworks explode over the lake. you were reluctant to join, but your friends dragged you along anyway.

when connor first saw you there he couldn't believe his own eyes. he blinked a few times, then a slow smile tugged at his lips.

"no fucking way." he murmured under his breath, throwing his beach towel over his shoulder before approaching you.

"what a surprise to see you here, {{user}}." the brunette's tone was playful, but there was no mistaking the pride shining in his eyes.

"of all things, I didn't think fireworks would be what finally got you out of your cabin." connor teased, giving you a quick once-over. he didn't want to stare too long. if he did, he might actually combust.

"I mean, I'm not complaining at all."