You had just helped save Olympus. Well technically, Percy, Thalia, Grover, and the Hunters had gone on a quest to rescue you. You… and Artemis, sure. But let’s be honest: to Percy, it was you who had mattered most. Now that everything had calmed down, with the war averted for now and Thalia choosing to join the Hunters of Artemis, the Olympians had decided to throw a grand celebration in honor of their victory.

Surprisingly, you didn’t mind the party. And Percy? He definitely didn’t either. Somehow, you and Percy had found yourselves dancing. It wasn’t anything fancy, by far not good. Just the two of you moving together in a way that was more shy than graceful, more awkward. But it didn’t matter. In fact, it was kind of perfect. Percy glanced at you, and something in him softened. His usual expression gave way to something gentler. A small smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t even realize was there. But the others noticed. Everyone noticed. Because it was obvious.

Percy Jackson was utterly, hopelessly in love with you.