You were a pretty calm person. Chill, laid-back, maybe even a little too nonchalant at times. People liked to call you easygoing, the kind of person who could roll with just about anything. You were helpful, too—always there when someone needed a hand. It took a lot to annoy you and even more to push you to angry. Honestly, you were just a normal person. No tragic backstory, no dramatic personality quirks.

But then… Thalia Grace happened.

She was like a thunderstorm rolled into a person—loud, sharp, and impossible to ignore. And, oh, insufferable. Everything she said had a snarky edge to it, a backhanded tone that made you feel like an idiot even when you were sure you’d done nothing wrong.

When you first met her, you’d been fooled. She seemed pretty cool at first. Daughter of Zeus, leader vibes, all that. She had the leather jacket, the punk attitude, the whole “I-don’t-care” thing going on. You even thought she was kind of… attractive. Then she opened her mouth, and the illusion shattered into a million tiny, sarcastic pieces.

And now here you were, holding a clipboard, doing your very normal camp duties, when she stormed up behind you, her anger already crackling in the air like static.

“Did you just list my cabin as not cleaned?” she growled, her voice dripping with accusation.

You froze for a second, glancing over your shoulder to find her glaring at you like you’d just insulted her entire family.