I Love You-Caramel

Percy Jackson smiled at the cashier as they told him his order back. "Two coffees-a blue frappucino, and a regular decaf mocha."

"Thanks," he said, as he grabbed his coffees. Well, one wasn't his. One was his girlfriend's-Annabeth Chase.

He found a comfy pair of armchairs, and propped his backpack on the other chair to save the spot. He loved the Blue Bean. It prided itself as being the only coffee place in the world that made blue coffee. Well, more indigo, but you couldn't be picky when it came to blue beverages. You took what you got. They also claimed that their coffee was the best, but Percy couldn't really tell a difference between it and the Starbucks down the street. However, as long as the coffee stayed blue, and for Annabeth, as long as there was caffeine to sustain her always chugging mind, then they would keep on patronizing the coffee shop.

And there she was-the woman of the moment-Annabeth. Percy couldn't help smiling as her blonde curls bounced in her ponytail, and the few stray wisps danced about in the cool November Manhattan breeze. Her quick gray eyes searched the room, and then her eyes lit up as she saw him. Percy always got chills when that happened; he still couldn't believe a girl like that would ever light up at the sight of him.

Her fingers wrapped around the cup, and she took a long, appreciative sip as she tasted the coffee. Her long, tan even in the winter fingers traced around the cup, a habit Percy loved. It made her the way she was.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "So. Seaweed Brain, guess what?"

He gave her a playful smile. "What?"

She gave him a grin. "I learned something today!"

Percy laughed. "No, shocker. I don't call you Wise Girl for nothing."

Annabeth swatted his arm playfully. "You're just jealous because I'm smarter than you!"

Percy smiled at her. "Annabeth, I gave up on being smarter than you a long time ago. What I haven't given up, however, is teasing you. So, you were saying?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know you love that. Oh yeah! That's what I learned today! I know how to say 'I love you' in 99 langauges! Mi stiambo, volim te, ngo oi ney, wo ie ne-"

Percy gave a quick kiss to get her to stop talking. "Alright, I believe you, Wise Girl! But just so you know, I can say I love you in 99 ways too."

She gave him a doubtful look. "I think your Swahili is hardly up to par."

Percy laughed and kissed her forehead. "I can say 'I love you' in different ways than you can. You remember words, I remember moments. In fact, I bet you I can remember 99 little things, little memories, that make me love you. I'll start right now. I love how you add a shot of caramel in your coffee when you think no one is looking. You make sure no one is looking, than you squeeze it in quickly and carefully, and you make everyone think you're a no-nonsense girl who is tough and takes no sugar with her coffee, but I know that's not the truth, Wise Girl. It's like you, kind of. All grumpy on the outside-"

"Hey!" she protested.

"-However, I know you're sweet, and that you're not tough at all!" Percy started tickling her, and she giggled.

"Stop!" she said while laughing. "So, I guess that's one down. Another 98 to go."

"Yep," Percy said. "This'll be fun!"