Hello everyone!

This is something I wrote because I love the idea of Percy Being a barista.

Yeah...

Hmmmmm… Annabeth looked back down at her book, sipping her vanilla soy latté.

"Oh my Gods, Jason," The green-eyed barista whisper/shouted at the guy at the register, "She looked at me!"

Furrowing her eyebrows, Annabeth placed her oversized, red mug down, and looked at the barista again. She wasn't really one for subtly, so she quizzically stared openly at the young man.

"Oh Gods, She's looking at me again," He spun around, running his hands through his hair.

"Keep it together, man," the blond (Jason was it? Annabeth thought) chuckled, moving to the espresso machine and compressing the robusta coffee beans in the tamper and twisted it onto the machine.

He has a nice nose. And dimples, Annabeth pondered, tapping her bock on her chin. A ridiculous little smile crept onto her face.

She shook her head, keep it together Annabeth.

Keep it together.

Placing her book down, Annabeth reached for her ceramic mug.

Once could say that it was that Annabeth miscalculated the distance between her hand and the mug, another might say that the green-eyed barista unwittingly chose that exact moment to nervously smile at her, and Annabeth didn't know which assumption was worse. All that mattered was that the mug went toppling over the side of the coffee table, and subsequently, the remainder of Annabeth's latté splayed across the beautifully polished mahogany floors.

Percy couldn't believe his luck. The girl with the book, the absolutely beautiful grey-eyed girl, broke a one-of-a-kind mug all over the floor that Piper had just polished that morning. Hazel, who had just a moment ago tied on her black apron and started her shift, sighed and said, "I'll get that."

"No wait," Percy blurted out, reaching his hand to grab the mop that Hazel picked up. "I-erm-I mean I'll clean it up, you can finish this triple-shot-blackberry-iced-mocha for the lady at the window bar?" He asked hopefully, whipping out his baby seal eyes. Hazel raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, tucking a curly strand of hair behind her left ear, "Sure, Percy. Sure."

Percy grinned and grabbed the mop, and timidly sauntered, if that was even possible, to the plush, velvet chaise lounge.

As Percy strutted of with the air of someone who feared rejection, Hazel leaned over to Jason and muttered, "Someone's smitten."

Almost as if she were waiting for those exact words, Piper's head, and the rest of her body, shot out of the back room. "Who's smitten? What?" She stammered, throwing the soggy dish towel on the back counter and ran between Jason and Hazel. "Not that I care," she cleared her throat, "Of course."

However everyone at the coffee lounge knew that Piper had a fondness for romance deep, deep down inside. Tugging on one of Piper's braids, Jason said, "Percy's infatuated with the girl, over there, the one who spilt her drink."

"Which is why," Hazel interrupted, "He was so willing to mop up the mess."

"Maybe we could invite her back and ask her to spill a few more drinks, maybe on the shelves with the travel mugs," Piper mused, "So that way Percy might actually clean on a regular basis."

Hazel smiled at that and said, "We should get back to work. Mystery Girl will figure something out if we're all staring at them."

Although she made an excellent point, no one,-not Jason, not Hazel, and not even Piper-could move from the front counter.

Annabeth's pulse quickened. The green-eyed barista walked over to her with a mop and a funny expression. Well this is just great. He's going to think I'm gauche-socially awkward, that is-which is definitely NOT the first impression I was going for. Putting the palm of her hand to her forehead, Annabeth collected her thoughts as he walked over, and knelt down next to her. "Are you okay?" He asked and started to gather up the shards of the ceramic mug.

"Oh yes, quite. I suspect that you should be much more worried about your floor…" Annabeth gave a small smile.

He smiled again, and said, looking directly at her, "Oh no, these floors have seem much worse. I, on the other hand, have never seen anything better."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

Percy froze.

"What?" She bit her lip, her smile growing.

"I mean…Gods I'm an idiot. You know-I just-you're beautiful?"

The girl laughed. And it was a magnificent sound. "My name is Annabeth," She said sticking out her hand.

"I'm Percy," he grinned and shook it.

"I KNEW IT!" a very excited, very aggressive Cherokee girl banged her fist on the front counter. Percy turned around quickly and jerked his finger across his neck, eyes panicked. "OH, SORRY!" she smiled and waved at Annabeth, "PLEASE EXCUSE PERCY'S AKWARDNESS, AND THANK YOU FOR MOTIVATING HIM TO PICK UP A MOP!"

Percy groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and ran his hand down his face. "Please ignore Piper," he pursed his lips. Risking a look at…Annabeth, Percy timidly opened one eye. Annabeth was laughing, and large, grey eyes twinkled.

"You're a bit of a Seaweed Brain, aren't you?" Annabeth asked, her laugh dying into a chuckle, and then into a contented sigh.

"Is that a good thing?" Percy asked, raising both his eyebrows and his shoulders.

"Yeah Percy," Annabeth decided that, despite her vast vocabulary, his name had by far the best cadence, "I think it is."

Okay! So that was my attempt at a fluffy story/thing.

Please let me know if you liked it, hated it, or really liked it (I'm hoping you choose option 3, but everyone has their own opinion so...I value your opinions!)

Until next time :)