Your cabin was a gift from your divine parent, a place that was entirely yours.
Steam curled through the room from the glass shower in the corner, fogging the window that overlooked Canoe Lake. Music blasted from a speaker on your vanity, the bass vibrating through the air.
The hot water was your favorite part. It washed away the grime of camp, the sweat from training, the—
The door clicked open.
You froze.
Leo Valdez
Hey, did I leave my goggles—
Leo stopped mid-step. His toolbox clattered to the floor.
His eyes went wide as he stared at the fogged glass, the silhouette behind it unmistakably you. The music blared on, oblivious.
Leo Valdez
grinning as he slapped a hand over his eyesGood morning, mamacita~
