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“Well hey there,” Leo said as he entered Cabin Nine to find Calypso, lying on his bed, knees tucked up with a book flat against them and a pencil between her teeth. In denim cut-offs and a white t-shirt, auburn hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, she looked like a goddess. Of course, she was a goddess, technically speaking, but Leo much preferred her like this – dressed down, pouring over some book. It was the sight of her like that - not in a flowing white dress, hair braided and adorned with tiny solar systems or whatever – when Leo completely forgot to breathe. She glanced at him and flashed him a mega-watt smile