Percy wasn’t usually one to fall head over heels for someone he doesn’t know, since he didn’t even believe in love at first sight.

Until he saw you.

He had no idea how you could look so pretty, talking your friends’ heads off at one of those Dionysus cabin parties, more than likely tipsy outta your mind. Immediately, he was smitten.

He had to talk to you.

Percy sauntered over after eying you for a while, ever-so-subtly panicking. Gods, what if he screwed it up? He’d never forgive himself. Not if he fumbled over his words in front of someone so damn attractive.

“Hi,” he grins sheepishly. “Uh, um… what’s your name?”