"For God's sake, this is the last time I am telling you; it is not Perky Johnson or Perry Jacobson. It is Perseus Jackson. It is Percy freaking Jackson."
Today had been the hardest day of all...well, not really. The only problem for Annabeth was the guy on the other end of the line not accepting the name Perseus Jackson. C'mon, man, it's just five syllables - three if it's Percy.
So when she walked in through the gateway of Starbucks, man she was pissed off.
"Just a frappachino," she ordered and went to sit at the booth by the window, not realising that she hadn't given her name.
Soon she gave up talking to that stupid person on the other end and silently watched out of the window.
5 minutes later, a loud ring cut her off-
"Order for Mrs. Percy freaking Jackson," called out the barista.
Annabeth's hand went up to her mouth. The other glinting with a small shiny ring.
Mrs. Percy freaking Jackson. She really liked thousand of it.
She went up to the counter and whispered a grateful thank you. The guy returned it with a no-problem.
The incident kept her happy for the next couple of weeks, which incidentally led up to the...
Maybe that guy doesn't even care but unknowingly he put in his own incentive to the upcoming Jackson-Chase Wedding.
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Later that night Percy was surprised to see a Cup with a Mrs. Percy freaking Jackson written on it. Needless to say, it led to some good night's sleep, you know, in that way.