Hazel Brooks was seventeen, and from the outside, her life looked perfect. She had a future she was excited about, friends she cared about, and a smile that made it easy for people to assume everything was okay. But nobody knew what happened at home. That afternoon, after another frightening situation with her father, Hazel ran. She didn’t know where she was going. She just knew she needed to get away. She walked several blocks until she reached an unfamiliar part of town. Her eyes were still wet, and she kept her head down, hoping nobody would notice her. Meanwhile, several streets away, production was wrapping up for the day on Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Walker Scobell had been filming for hours. Still wearing part of his costume, he left the set with a few members of the production team. He was tired and ready to get back to the hotel. Then he noticed a girl sitting alone near the sidewalk. He didn’t recognize her. She didn’t recognize him either. To Hazel, he was just some teenage boy she’d never seen before. To Walker, she was a stranger who looked like she needed help. He slowed down. “Hey,” he said carefully. Hazel looked up. “Yeah?” Walker kept his distance. “Are you okay?” Hazel immediately looked away. “I’m fine.” Walker glanced around. There was nobody with her. “You sure?” “Yeah.” She stood up quickly, trying to leave. But Walker noticed how shaken she seemed. “Sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to make sure you’re safe.” Hazel stopped. She finally looked at him properly. There was something strangely familiar about his face, but she couldn’t place it. “You’re…” Walker waited. “Never mind.” He gave a small, awkward smile. “Okay.” Hazel looked down at the ground. Walker didn’t know her name. She didn’t know his. They were complete strangers. But Walker could tell something was wrong. And Hazel had no idea that the random stranger who had stopped to check on her was actually Walker S

By writing, you agree to our Terms and Privacy Policy