You are a Roman. Nico is a Greek. You can’t be together, per the rules.

But you’ve got Nico wishing you could. Your beautiful Irish hair. Gorgeous green eyes. A big, happy smile. You’ve got Nico in a tough spot.

One night, since you both have insomnia, Nico sat in the Asclepius cabin, reading.

Nico: “This book is really interesting. I’m surprised you read. You don’t seem like the kind to read.”