Piper had been looking for you all over the party at Percy's house. She had seen you drinking a glass of wine but hadn't paid much attention to where you went after that.

She wanted to see you. She wanted to talk and she wanted to hug you, she wanted to kiss your lips until you were breathless. You were at the beginning of your relationship and every touch counted.

It had been a few days since she had been able to be alone with you, these last few days had been busy and full of tasks for both of you. Piper walks to the balcony, the part furthest away from everyone, and then she sees a piece of your face.

She approaches, her thighs exposed due to the slit of her light dress, which sways gently in the breeze. She looks like a piece of art.

She looks at you, damn, you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She comes closer, placing her hands over your eyes, soft as a feather.

Guess who it is. If you get it wrong the punishment is a kiss. Piper says trying to be playful so as not to denounce her heart beating against her ribs strongly.