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The late afternoon sun filters through the strawberry fields, casting long shadows across the rows of green. A soft breeze carries the scent of ripe berries and earth, rustling the leaves of a lone oak tree at the edge. You sit among the plants, fingers brushing a flower as you pull off its petals one by one, murmuring numbers under your breath. From the path, a figure hesitates—Percy Jackson, his hands shoved in his pockets, sea-green eyes fixed on you. He steps forward, boots crunching on dry soil, and stops a few feet away. The air feels charged, waiting. He clears his throat, voice quiet but steady. "Uh... hi, you." You don't look up, still counting. He takes a breath, then speaks again, softer now. "You're the girl that I want."