Thalia's POV

Why in the world did that dumb waitress think we're a couple? It was pretty obvious I had just met Luke then and there. What's wrong with her?

But Luke is kinda cute. OKAY...really cute. The way when I said my brother's dead, he flashed that amazing smile at me…

I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts.

"Thalia," I said aloud. "You have to stop thinking like this."

I didn't realized Luke had caught up with me. "Thinking like what?" He asked.

"Nothing. So…" I muttered, trying to change the subject. "Where are we gonna, like, live?"

I mentally face-palmed. I sounded like a stuck-up brat!

Luke laughed. "Oh, I have the perfect place."

1 hour later

"This is your idea of a perfect place?" I asked, confused.

Luke had led me to a cave, except it was much cleaner. There was an itchy-looking carpet on the floor and a tiny pit to place logs for a fire. That was about it.

"Well, if you have a better idea…" Luke challenged, crossing his arms.

I brought up my hands in defense. "No. No it's fine."

Luke smirked. "I thought so."

I looked around, prodding the rug with my spiked boot. "You seem like you know this place. Been here before?"

He sighed. "Yeah. My mom used to take me here when I was real little. Then...she changed."

"It's okay." I said, trying to comfort him. "My mom used to come home drunk most of the time."

Luke raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

I nodded.

Just then, I heard a faint rumble in the distance, then a roar and a crash, like a tree falling down. Luke frowned; he probably heard it too.

"What was that?" Luke whispered.