*This is a rewrite because I wasn't happy with the first draft*

Disclaimer: I wish I'd come up with something as good as Percy Jackson. But I'll make do with writing fanfiction instead.

Nico was sitting in his favourite coffee shop, reading a book while he waited for the usual waiter to take his regular order. He knew without looking up that said server was standing there, and was about to request the usual when he was cut off.

"Short Chestnut Praline latte with whole milk and whip coming right up."

He went back to his book and barely even noticed that the waiter was back again. The blond set the latte and a buttered croissant in front of Nico, which startled him enough, and then he sat down in the other chair.

He looked up from his book.

" I didn't order a croissant."

"I ordered one for you."

He glared up at the server; this was definitely weird. No one in real life bought croissants for total strangers. Well, maybe not a complete stranger, but they had never talked about anything but his order and the bill. He didn't even know the server's name and he doubted that he knew his. And Nico didn't like any of it.

"Well, sunshine," the blond continued with a sassy grin. (A voice in the back of Nico's head noticed that he looked like the sun when he grinned like that. He told the voice to shut up.)

"You looked like you could use something to live on besides coffee. So I ordered it for you."

"You didn't have to do that. You don't even know me," Nico said, trying the push the croissant back towards the blonde's side of the table. It was quickly pushed back again.

"No, I didn't, but I did. And you'd better eat it because that came off my pay check."

He glared again. He seemed to be glaring a lot today. But the attendant just grinned even more and went back to serving other customers. When about half an hour had passed and Nico had already finished his latte, the pastry still sat stubbornly on the table. It looked buttery and delicious, even if it wasn't warm anymore. He caved and began slowly picking at it while he finished his book, and eventually another coffee.

The waiter came again, and after clearing away the various paper cups littered across the table, sat down once more.

"There, I finished half," Nico, grumbled. He tried to give it back again, but he was stopped.

"Oh no, I bought it for you. You're finishing it."

He tried to leave it on the table and just pay for his food so he could leave, but the waiter was oddly persuasive, he even ignored Nico's scowl that usually made other people leave him the hell alone. He sat down again, but refused the pastry.

"So do you have a name, or should I just call you death boy?"

"Death boy?"

"Well, you look like death. Probably because you live on coffee and don't eat. Until I get my way, that is. I mean, you did eat half."

Nico decided he didn't like this boy. Even if he was cute, the voice at the back of his mind butted in. He told it to shut up again. In answer, he mumbled out his name. Probably too quietly because the waiter grinned again and said, "Death boy it is then. I'm Will, by the way."

"Nico," he said louder, as he shook the outstretched hand.

"I think I'm good with calling you death boy, Nico," he said, infuriatingly.

Will handed over the bill, and Nico paid for the two lattes, then tipped the waiter, Will, an extra $2.45 to pay him back for the buttered pastry. He may have gotten him to eat, but Nico was not going to give him the full victory. He gave the bill to the attendant at the front counter before the blond could force him to take the money back. He was followed out by the waiter, but he was too late.

"I think I've won this round, sunshine," he grinned at Will.

"Next time, death boy, next time."

And so the assaults continued, with Solace (Nico had learned his surname by looking at his name tag) slipping in Danish pastries, more croissants, oat bars. He even gave him a snowman cookie with his order of peppermint latte, which was so adorable, Nico had a hard time maintaining his scowl. He managed though. He paid for almost every item, until Will refused to give him the bill and instead paid for it himself. In return, Nico refused to eat the pastries until the waiter let him pay.

"You're starting to look healthy, I'll have to stop calling you death boy soon."

"That's the idea," retorted Nico.

"You have whipped cream on your nose."

He blushed and quickly rubbed it off.

Will gave an adorable snort.

"All you did was spread it around. Let me get it."

He reached for the napkin and began doing it for him, but Nico pulled away, ducking his head to hide his red face.

"I still haven't dropped my mission to get you to actually eat substantial food, and you refuse to let me pay for it, so why don't you meet me at another little café and we'll both pay for our own stuff?"

He was about to decline, but Solace was very good at being persuasive, a talent that Nico was beginning to find more and more annoying. Eventually, he held his hands up in surrender.

"Which café were you thinking of?"

One of those annoying smug grins formed on the waiter's lips again. Not that Nico was looking at his lips or anything. Will was just an annoying, persuasive acquaintance, nothing more.

"There's a Signature Café just around the corner from my apartment. I'll see you there at two. And I have one condition; I'm paying for your food."

A/N: I finally succumbed to writing coffee aus. Well, what do you think? Do you love it, do you hate it? Let me know!