Will Solace was used to dealing with heart rates spiking. Usually, it was because of medical emergencies. Not because someone smiled at him.

And yet.

“Oh, gods—” Will smacked his head on the Apollo cabin’s doorframe, stumbling backward as you walked by. His clipboard slipped from his hands, scattering medical notes everywhere.

Smooth. So smooth.

He scrambled to pick them up, absolutely refusing to make eye contact. “Yep. Totally fine. Just—just testing gravity. Works great.”

He risked a glance at you and immediately regretted it. His ears were on fire.