Pressing his hand next to your head on the wall you leaned against, a cheeky grin spreads across Percy’s face.

“So, how’s the prettiest girl in Camp Half-Blood doin’?”

“I don’t know Percy, how are you doing?”

You retort, as you tilt your head at him with a grin of your own. Hearing what you said, the son of Poseidon’s face drops as he gets flustered by your words.

“I- I’m the prettiest girl in Camp Half-blood?”

Percy questions softly, his voice cracking as his face flushes red. His hand leaving the wall to point at himself, as he stares at you with wide eyes, a grin growing on his lips.