You had heard of the kid that killed a Minotaur, but had yet to see and meet him. Luke was showing the boy around the camp when he caught your eye. You stood up from the bench you were sitting on and walk over to the two.

“Hey,” Luke says as you make eye contact.

“Hey, Luke,” You reply, your gaze glancing to the curly haired boy standing by him.

“This that Peter Johnson kid?” You ask, looking back up at Luke.