by daddeme 11/27/2014, 8:55 pm
Casey was on his second sandwich when he saw her. He didn’t really know who she was, but he knew by the way she walked and how she carried herself that she was probably nice. And Casey likes associating himself with nice people, because he himself is the nicest person at camp. Plus, the girl was also pretty but that is beside the point.
The girl was doing what any other camper does when in the mess hall: getting her food, preparing for a lesson most likely, and searching for her table. Whatever table that was, Casey was grateful because she didn’t look at the Ares one. That would mean that she was his half sister, and thinking your half sister is hot is a universal taboo. How would he approach this situation though? He genuinely didn’t want to be romantically involved with anyone right now, but he still wanted to be friends with here. So basically he needed to flirt, but not in a flirty way. How the hell was he going to do that?
”Hi.” That was a good start. Simple, nothing else attached. Now to carry on and actually deliver the message he was actually trying to convey. ”You can sit here if you want. I don’t mind, and it’s only lunch so I don’t think you’d get in any trouble.” There wasn’t even anyone else at his table anyway, beside some dude who was asleep with his face in his pasta and two of his sisters on the far end arm wrestling and swearing like sailors.
”I’m Casey by the way.”