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Is It Just My Imagination…? (Annabeth's POV)

The evening started off really perfectly. The place was okay, quiet, calm and peaceful.

I was going out with Luke, my boyfriend (A/N: I am SOOOOO sorry Percabeth fans, but this is just chapter one, please, take the pain, message me if you need ambrosia or nectar to feel better and I'll have them shipped over INSTANTLY.) to a new restaurant a few blocks away from my school here in New York.

He reserved a table a day before, so when we got there in his white Camry, we were seated almost immediately.

He pulled out the chair for me, like most romantic people would do. I smiled at him, sat down slowly, and put my red clutch (which matched with the slinky red dress I had, mind you) on the table, beside those fancy stacks of plates and glasses for wine.

Then he sat down himself, not taking his eyes off me the whole time. A waitress rushed over and handed us the menus. Gods, these foods were fancy. I finally settled for pasta. I couldn't read the name because it was Italian and I was dyslexic.

I looked up from behind the menu and glanced at Luke.

He looked dressed up for today, and he smiled nice. But wait, did I just see him wink at the waitress and flirt with her?

No, no, no, that was just my imagination. It was stupid of me to imagine that.

But it isn't your imagination. It's real. Believe me, it's real, a small voice in my head said.

No, it's not, I mentally argued with it. I only looked up when Luke was clearing his throat, and the waitress asked me what my order was. Only, unfortunately, I didn't seem to hear her and made a fool out of myself in front of Luke.

"And what would your order be, ma'am?" She repeated her question slowly, as if addressing a fool or a five-year old girl perhaps. I looked at her straight in the eyes, and seemed to look through her and she seemed to flinch a little. I pointed out my order, and Luke asked for the signature wine. The waitress rushed away.

My mind seemed to continue its argument.

"So, Annabeth," Luke's voice cuts through my thoughts, "how's your school?"

"Its fine, I guess. Architecture's hard, but manageable." I replied casually, running a finger through the velvety clutch. "How's your work?"

Luke worked in some sort of store and he's been really busy with it.

"Fine, I guess. My boss gave me a promotion last January." He cracked a smile, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, Luke, that's wonderful!" I said excitedly, putting a hand over his. His smile widened. But I was kind of surprised. The usual spark wasn't there.

I gazed deeply in his eyes. But the usual Luke wasn't there. The usual twinkle, the usual happiness and excitement was gone.

Why were most of the things I loved about him gone?

When I look into your eyes, you're not even there…

I was about to make things more awkward, but gladly, our orders came, and the waitress poured wine onto the glasses. I heard Luke clear his throat softly, although I didn't know why.

"A toast," I raised my glass after the waitress had scurried away, frightened, I think, by my stare. "to your promotion," I smiled, and he raised his glass too. Clink, that was the sound that filled the silence as our glasses collided.

I gulped down a few sips of the wine. It tasted great.

"So let's start eating," Luke smiled at me. I smiled back, and we both spread the napkin on our laps.

There weren't much words exchanged between us, and the silence was covered by the clinking of my fork with the pasta and Luke's fork and knife with the plate. We both drank wine and gobbled down our dinner. While eating, I was trying my best not to keep my eyes off Luke, which I could barely make out his face in the dim candlelight.

A few gulps of wine later, he removed the napkin from his lap.

"Excuse me, I'll just be in the restroom," He said as he stood up and walked towards the oak doors leading to the restroom, passing a few tables with couples like us on the way.

After a few seconds passed, there was this sort of vibration. Then I realized, Luke had left his phone on the table.

Yeah, I know it was morally wrong, but I picked up his phone anyway, and out of curiosity, pressed the button that opened the message.

From: unknown number

Hey babe, (the message went,) meet me up later midnight, I'll be waiting in our usual spot, you know, the bar in 5th avenue. Xoxo, V.

I was shocked. Luke was cheating on me? I just sat there and stared into space. Then, when I abruptly came to my senses, thank the gods, I quickly pressed the options button and clicked on 'Mark as Unread'.

Whew, that saved me from much trouble, I thought as I quickly returned the phone to its usual place, with the oak doors opening just in time.

Then I got into thinking again. It wasn't like Luke to cheat on his girlfriend, whom he has been seeing for quite some time already.

"Hey," Luke smiled at me as he sat back down, getting his phone and checking the new message.

I decided that my best move was to be silent. Then I pretended to be very interested in my pasta, twirling the noodle around my fork.

Luke seemed very unaware about what had happened, and he didn't even seem to suspect a thing.

Gods, he's so naïve. I thought again as I continued twirling the noodle.

"So, are you done?" He said as he bit the last piece of meat on his plate.

I nodded softly, as I put inside my mouth the perfectly twirled noodle.

He raised his hand to call the attention of the waitress that served us our food a while ago, and made a gesture. The waitress brought forward the receipt inside a black envelope with a magnetic fold.

He produced some cash from his wallet, and slapped it on the table. Then he escorted me towards the exit and into his car, not even waiting for his change or anything.

As he drove me home, there was some sort of awkward silence, and I was glad for the radio. It was cranked up until the very second Luke parked his car in front of my house.

"So," He turned to look at me, a hand on my arm.

"Thank you for tonight," I managed a grateful smile.

"Welcome… Sorry I wasn't able to bring you anywhere for dessert or anything," He pulled of a sorry face. "it seems to me that I have some more business problems to tend to."

"It's okay, I understand," I tried to smile again. But it was very hard and painful. "Bye." I said as I opened the car door almost immediately when I felt the tears spring to my eyes.

"Bye," He called out, but only received a front door slam as a reply.

I was a fool to dream, to dream of true love.

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