Hello readers! This is just the first chapter to a small series that I'm writing with a friend, BadGirlSupreme. The series will be mainly Percabeth fluff taking place in a coffee shop. Enjoy~

MONDAY

Annabeth was wiping counters as the bell jangled. She looked up, momentarily pausing from her work. Smoothing out the creases on her apron, she saw someone vaguely familiar. Tall, with messy black hair and sea green eyes, he reminded her of a Roman god out of her college textbooks. Behind him, a short, blonde haired girl pranced in on gold wedges. Her pink mini-skirt flounced up just a bit, showing way to much for comfort. Annabeth threw the rag into the sink as they walked up to the counter.

"Can I have a latte with extra sugar, in blue?"

"In blue?" Annabeth was puzzled, and also a bit weirded out. Not only was the girl behind him subtly sniffing his hair, but she was also perplexed as to how to make a blue latte.

"Oh, hon, sure! Whatever floats your ship, cutie!" She giggled, and Annabeth stepped back. The barista's long, tan legs and layered bob turned out to be Rachel, her favorite co-worker. She could see half of Rachel's perfectly hairless back, as her crop top was more revealing than a swimsuit. Rachel turned to the girl with disdain. She looked her up and down, and the blonde girl did suit. With a hint of attitude, Rachel said:

"And what do you want?"

"Gimme an Iced, Half-Caff, Ristretto, Venti, 4-Pump, Sugar-Free, Cinnamon, Dolce Soy Skinny Latte with no fat, extra cream, and four sugars. No fat and sugar-free, or you ain't getting your tip." The girls both crossed their arms and flipped their hair. Rachel yelled back to another man working on another order.

"We need a latte with extra sugar, in blue, stat! Pour on the food dye! Oh, and I guess if you have time, make this… girl an Iced, Half-Caff, Ristretto, Venti, 4-Pump, Sugar-Free, Cinnamon, Dolce Soy Skinny Latte with no fat, extra cream, and four sugars. No fat and sugar-free, or you ain't getting your tip!"

"Four minutes, Vick! You can probably add some top coat in the back with that time! Do my nails after!"

"Only if you get the order done pronto, Steve," she yelled back with another swish of her hair. Annabeth caught sight of her manicured nails. They were sharpened into claw-like points. Demonic, like her. They sat down at stools near the counter, waiting for their coffees to arrive. The boy was on his phone, scrolling and clicking quietly. The girl, however, had pulled out a massive makeup kit and was fixing her mascara with a variety of odd faces, painting her nails blue to match his coffee, and chatting him up at the same time. He was clearly uninterested, and Annabeth pitied him. She quickly grabbed the rag from the sink and proceed to wipe down the area that the girl was doing her makeup on.

"I'm sorry miss, we just had an incident involving a customer who threw up just recently. I just want to make sure that we don't get anyone sick."

"What?" The girl stood up just as Annabeth was aiming to spray the disinfectant. Hitting the blonde square in the face, her makeup ran and smeared, making a black, bruise-like stain near her eyes and down to her cheeks. The girl rubbed her face furiously, making it worse.

"OMIGOSH, you like, totally ruined my face! I was going, like clubbing after! This is like so going on Yelp, your manager will hear about this! What even is your name, peasant? Do you know who my father is? I am the heiress to Atlas Maps, you peasant. I'm Calypso, who even is, like, yer boss, cus. I'm boutta complain." Annabeth took a few steps back from the counter. Maybe she took this too far.

"Okay, sweetie, let's calm down now. It's alright. I'm sorry. Would you like me to fetch you some moist towelettes, her Highness?" She said that last part under her breath. Calypso seemed to calm down.

"No, it's fine. Whatever, just like, bring me, my coffee. Kay sweetie? Muah." Annabeth curled her lip in disgust. She whirled around to leave but was face to face with the one and only Rachel, who thrust a blue cup into her hands.

"Go give that stupid girl her drink, make yourself useful, I don't even want to go near her." Rachel was gone before Annabeth could point out her mistake. A bit flustered, she handed the cup to the boy. He turned it over in his hands and examined it for a moment, before staring at her oddly. Super oddly. Like, really oddly. She blushed and turned away to help another customer. Only later did she discover the cup in the trash, with a cursive note from Rachel that read:

You are like your coffee order- tall, dark and strong.