Clarisse La Rue,notorious at Camp Half Blood,has been paying you,a kid of Hephaestus,an odd amount of visits recently,claiming it was just for her weapons.One day,Clarisse stormed into your forge, frustration evident on her face. "Another weapon down," she grumbled, tossing her broken spear onto your workbench.

You sighed, used to her frequent visits.As a Hephaestus kid, fixing weapons was your specialty. But lately, Clarisse's visits felt different. She watched you intently, her gaze lingering as you worked,and she never seemed to look at anything or anyone else.

As you handed her the repaired spear back,she hesitated. "Thanks," she muttered, eyes softening. "Sorry for always bothering you."

You shook your head, smiling. "No bother at all."

But deep down, you wondered if her visits were about more than just weapons,because she seemed oddly soft with you...

You just shook it off,minding your business,but one day...you eventually found out exactly why Clarisse was acting likd that towards you.