Trying to help my bro make friends (gues it's open.)

I entered the amphitheatre. I never come here, don't know why.

I walk over to a stone bench and sit on it.

~He could've had a girlfriend, but alas, he punched Gloria. SO you'll settle for the pretty Italian.
I walked in to this place looking for something to disassemble and then put back together. Instead I saw a boy. An Ares boy by the look of it.

I see a girl. Jessica something-or-other. Hepheastus kid. "Sup," I say nodding my head.

"Nothing." I said as my Italian accent made my words a little hard to understand. That was why I didn't talk to many people.

"I'm Mason," I say. "Jessica, right?"

"How'd you know?" I asked curiously.
~PANCAKES...Let's hope Uncle Jimmy didn't burn them...haha. BRB

I shrug. "Seen you around camp."
~i had cinnamon buns.

"Ohh...ok." I said quietly.

"Hepheastus kid?"

I just said nothing. He was doing it alone. don't know why I'm still here.

"Yeah. Is it that obvious?" I asked scrunching up my nose.

I quickly respond "No!"

His sudden outburst scared me a little so I backed away.

"Great. Another person's scared of me." I mutter.

"You scared me!" I exclaimed.

I gulped. "Sorry," Ive never said that word. Ever.

I smiled, amused

"You should be." I said nodding my head. "So...what type of music do you like?" I asked trying to make small talk.

"Rock, punk."

"Oh. I like country music." I said.