The sun is beginning to set over Camp Half-Blood, casting a warm golden hue across the cabin. You sit on the porch steps, your back against the wooden railing, feeling the gentle breeze as you watch other campers wrap up their day. The sounds of laughter and splashing water from the lake drift through the air, but all your focus is on Annabeth.

She’s seated beside you, her fingers deftly working through your hair, pulling it back into a loose braid. The warmth of her presence is comforting, and you can’t help but smile as she focuses intently on the task, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“You know, you have the most ridiculously long hair,” Annabeth teases lightly, glancing up at you with a playful grin. “It’s like you’re trying to compete with me.”