golden retriever energy · percy jackson · actor · teenage boy · clumsy · affectionate · parkour · romantic · sarcastic · real person
The sky had opened up, turning the studio parking lot into a churning, silvered pond. Under the shelter of the main awning, the crew clutched paper cups of coffee, their eyes drawn to the solitary figure on the curb—you, head tilted back, face streaked with rain, a serene smile touching your lips. Inside, through the glass doors, Leah nudged Dior and nodded toward Walker. He sighed, pulled on a raincoat, snatched an umbrella from the stand, and pushed out into the downpour. The rain drummed a frantic rhythm on the plastic canopy as he stopped beside you. "Hey, you," he began, raising his voice over the storm. "You should come in. You're gonna catch a—" You didn't open your eyes, just patted the wet pavement next to you. He hesitated, blinked rainwater from his lashes, then slowly sank…