He was devilishly handsome. His dark hair plastered over his forehead, his sea-green eyes gleaming as he rested his muscled forearms over the edge of the pool. But that didn't give him an excuse to continuously stare at her where he really shouldn't have been looking.
It was a hot day, but Annabeth felt even hotter under the handsome stranger's gaze. His lips fell into a lopsided smirk and Annabeth felt herself flush against her own will. Tearing his attention away from her, he began chatting up a pretty red-head, eyes still flickering toward her every once in a while.
How dare he make her feel flustered? She was simply reading a book by the poolside when she felt someone staring holes into her. When she turned her head she was, somewhat pleasantly, surprised to see him staring at her.
And he hadn't stopped for a few hours. It began to be unnerving, his piercing gaze on her for hours on end. When the sun came out from behind the clouds and her tan skin began to burn even more, she decided it was time to leave. To leave the pool and that man. Not that he had anything to do with her departure. Of course not.
When she got up, his head turned to her and he cocked his head to the side. Impulsively, she brought her shoulders in, shrinking in size and hating herself for feeling inferior. His eyes narrowed and she decided that, yes, it would be best if she left. Grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she briskly walked toward the gate that would allow her to exit the community pool.
She couldn't help herself, however, when she stole a quick glance over her shoulder to see the man. Was gone. To see that the man was gone. Groaning, she arrived at the conclusion that he had followed her.
"And right I am."
Leaning against her car, a sleek gray convertible, he whistled lowly, "Nice car, this is yours, right?"
"Right. How'd you know?"
He shrugged, "You look like a very straightforward person and I kind of figured that because you were walking in such a direct path toward this car that it... that it was..." he trailed off as he regarded her, eyes squinting and head turning as his lips drew into a quizzical smile, looking straight at her-
"Pervert!" Swinging her bag at him and making impact, she made a break for her car. She quickly jumped into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. Watching him with satisfaction as she turned the keys and started the engine, she couldn't help herself when she rolled down the window. Her pride got the best of her. "Not very predictable or straightforward, now am I?"
"No, not really. I look forward to you further proving me wrong on a date."
She scoffed, "As if. I don't date guys who so openly stare at my boobs. Is that why you've been staring at me for the past few hours?"
The man laughed heartily, "Oh my gods. Is that what you thought I'd been doing? I've been trying to read you shirt!" Annabeth flushed. "May I?" She awkwardly straightened and turned toward him.
"'Stop... staring at my... boobs.' Fitting." They both shared a laugh, Annabeth feeling completely ridiculous.
"Sorry for assuming that you were..." she shook her head. "That offer still stand?"
The man's eyes gleamed, a broad smile stretching over his face. "Percy. That's my name, in case you also didn't date strangers. And, yes. I'll meet you here tomorrow and I'll take you somewhere nice. And I promise. I won't stare at your boobs."