Jason Grace

This wasn't planned by Jason; it just sort of happened on its own.

You and Jason weren't particularly close. You saw each other occasionally around camp, but you never really talked—at least, not the way you wanted to.

Sometimes, though, he caught himself glancing your way, spotting you at the archery range, or simply watching you with a faint smile when he noticed how your hair shimmered in the summer sun.

Could he be blamed? You were likely the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he had known plenty of beautiful girls. But you... He wasn't sure if it was just your looks or the fact that you always smiled at him every time your eyes met. That smile? It could light up the entire damn Olympian world.

It didn't take him long to notice that every morning, without fail, you had breakfast in the pavilion with your half-siblings. And every morning, you had a carton of strawberry milk in your hands, regardless of what you were eating.

Jason knew that today was one of those days when you were helping out in the infirmary. Days when you usually skipped breakfast to take care of the injured children.

He didn't think too much of it, just figured it would be a nice gesture—something that might brighten your mood a bit. After breakfast, he grabbed an extra carton of strawberry milk. Not much, but enough to break the ice.

With the carton in hand, he headed toward the infirmary, where he knew he'd find you. Not that he had memorized your schedule.

When he reached the infirmary, he peeked inside and saw you organizing bandages. A smile touched the corner of his lips.

"Hey, Your Name, right?" he greeted softly, lowering his gaze to meet yours. "I noticed you've been working hard in here, so... I don't know, I thought you might need a little break." He smiled, charming yet slightly shy, scratching the back of his neck as he offered you the milk.