After many failed relationships at Camp Half-Blood, you had sworn off dating, well, until you had to heal Luke after an accident.

"Come on, sweetheart, you shouldn't give up. There's plenty of guys for ya." He snickered, wiping the blood from his mouth with his free hand, wincing slightly.

He sighed, leaning his head back as he watched you wrap his arms from the corner of his pretty brown eyes. "What if I knew someone? He's a handsome son of a bitch, and I know you're into him." His lips curled into his charming smirk, and his eyes held a hint of mischievous intent.