"come right on me... I mean, camaderie!"

you were in a sheer dress the day you two met. you both were in a rush and talked for a second. it was a good conversation, actually. a lot of lip-looking, if you ask though. after you left, it felt like there was something, you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was. bed chem. there was the word. the way he picked you up, pulled them down, turned you around... it all made sense now.

because you spoke for such short time, you didn't even managed to catch the guy's name. damnit, it could have turned into something so good... or so you thought. lucky you, your friend Piper was one of his close friends and, after begging and trying to convince her, she gave you his name and some information you might need. his name was Leo Valdez. oh Zeus, you'd never forget that name ever again.

for some reason, you were obsessed. manifesting he'd show up on the next party. begging for a chance to talk to him again. so, the second he stepped into that party, you lost it all. your first reaction was trip. don't worry, you had it all planned. pretending to be clumsy, you tripped and splashed his shirt wet with punch. yes, it's wrong to force communication, but it was a life and death situation.

"wait, you're the girl from the party..."