So... this might actually end up as a multi-chapter story! So far undeveloped, please excuse all grammar and spelling mistakes (if any). May sort of be bad at first 'cause I haven't really planned out the beginning - only a general idea of the story.
Thanks for reading!
~FluffyPatatoCat
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It was Percy's first day on the job.
"Hello there, miss, what would you like to order?" The young woman looked up from her sketchpad. She looked like any other stereotypical Californian girl - blonde hair, tan skin, athletic figure, except for 1 thing - her eyes. They were gray, but not just any gray. It was a stormy gray, a calculating gray that somehow gave her an ethereal quality. No, this was not just any 'dumb blonde'.
She smiled at him and he felt a sudden warmth. "I'd like a cup of coffee and some waffles, please."
"A cup of coffee and some waffles, coming right up!" he whisked away her menu and returned to the kitchen. When he came back, she was holding a black colored pencil and seemed to be shading something in. Not that it was his business or anything.
"Here's your order, ma'am." he said politely, waiting for her smile again. She did not disappoint.
"Thank you."
He nodded and walked to a different customer.
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He looked up when he heard the tinkle of bells. She was leaving. On her way out the door, she paused and caught his eye. She smiled, one more time. And then she was gone.
He was only starting to clean up her table when a piece of carefully folded paper under her plate of waffles grabbed his attention. He unfolded it, being careful to not damage the damp paper.
It was a drawing of himself. Right down to the black hair and green eyes. She must have drawn it when he was getting her food. He folded it up again and was about to tuck it in his shirt pocket when he noticed that she had signed the bottom right corner. A cursive Annabeth Chase, with a flourish. He smiled slightly and put it away, continuing on to the next customer.
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"How was the your first day, sweetie?" his mom was cooking her famous 7-layer dip lasagna in the kitchen. He smiled faintly.
"I'm not fired yet, so that's good." she kissed his forehead.
"I'm so proud of you, honey. Not getting fired as soon as you're hired!" she tousled his hair. "Now we can have a celebratory meal! I'm so glad you can help with the bills now. My baby is all grown up!"
He laughed. "Mo-om! I'm not a kid anymore!"
She smiled fondly at him. "You'll always be my baby."
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She was there the next day, too. And the day after that. And the day after...
He never got the chance to be her waiter again. But he wanted to meet her again, get to know her, get her to smile at him over an ice cream food fight. Er, not that he had ever had one, of course. Totally.
He became obsessed. Looked her up on the internet, followed her Facebook, stalked her Instagram, monitored her Twitter, you name it. No one knew, except for his mom. Because moms always knew.
He didn't know what caused him to do it. Heck, he doubted she even knew his name. But he knew hers. And that was all that mattered.
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"Look, Percy, you're a great waiter and all, but you're too easily distracted."
"But sir-"
"I'm sorry, Percy."
He had lasted a week. Okay, granted, that was the longest he had ever lasted, but still. He had liked his job. He had gotten to see her. Every. Single. Day. As a matter of fact, she was probably the reason he got fired. He was always sneaking glances at her when he should have been working. Not that was was stalker-ish in any way. Not at all.
Not at all.
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He got hired at a pizza place. He did like pizza. A lot. But still...
His first delivery was at Crescent Way 1573. A/N: if that's a real street, and you, as the reader are living on it, please excuse me if that is not an actual house number. If it is your house number, don't tell me that.
He knocked lightly on the door.
"Hello?"
Annabeth Chase.
