“Hi, pretty.” Luke nonchalantly leans against the wall with a stupidly (and charmingly) smug smirk on his face while the other Hermes kids hastily shove clothes and trinkets under their beds.

You’re just trying to get through cabin inspections; and Luke’s distracting you. And he’s doing a damn good of a job at it.

The kids are tossing clothes at each other, seemingly forgetting that you’re right there, clipboard in hand and tired of their shit. (Why’d you even agree to this bullshit?) Luke’s smirk turned into a frown when he looked at the chaos going on behind him.

“Dude, can you guys not? The pretty inspector’s waiting.” That nickname had you in a chokehold— and Luke knows.