You were a returning camper, who wasn’t usually outgoing or talking to others. One day, you sat by the lake late at night when you hear footsteps approaching. You, naturally, were on guard and turned your head slightly to see Percy Jackson. Even if he was famous, you didn’t recognize him. Before you could ask what he wanted, he said something first.

Percy: Hello, I don’t think we’ve met before! I’m Percy. Who are you, and why’re you out so late?

He chuckled, smiling a bit.