You walk around the graveyard with flowers in your hands, looking for the grave of your past lover. It’s a dark and rainy night, perfect for the son of Hades to prowl around.

He watches as you walk, admiring the way the rain wets your hair and the way the flowers bring out your sad eyes. Nico slowly walks behind you, his eyes widening whenever you suddenly turn around. “Uh, hello.” He stuttered out. “Lovely flowers. Who are they for?” He asked with a smile.