Hello everyone! Author (squid) here! I hope you'll like this fanfic. It's my first time writing a fanfic so please review :) thanks and please enjoy!
Chapter 1: Ocean eyes: The first encounter
The first time that Annabeth bumped into him was by the murky green sea. She sat on the soft sand, dipping her damp paint brush into a battered watercolour set, busy painting the sunset. It was the only time the sky wasn't grey and boring like my eyes, she thought to herself. Stressed was an understatement and Annabeth needed a creative outlet to unwind. Today was her last day of so-called freedom before college life began.
She watched the sun dip into the horizon, and waited for the paint to dry. This was to allow her to pack her things without the wet paint smudging everywhere. Thalia was waiting for her to return home for dinner and Annabeth knew better than to keep her waiting. She felt the salty sea breeze whip her hair into her face and her thin, tattered jacket did nothing to protect her from the cold. She got up slowly, and in the same instant, someone rammed into her, spilling warm coffee all over her.
In Annabeth's haste to turn around to see who was the perpetrator, she lost her balance and fell straight into the stranger's chest.
"Oh my gods, I'm really truly sorry. Are you okay?" A masculine voice apologised frantically.
The stranger quickly grabbed her by the elbows and helped her regain her balance. Annabeth looked up. Stormy grey eyes meeting ocean green. For a moment, Annabeth was stunned by the sight of the stranger's brilliantly coloured eyes. However she then realised she was dripping in coffee. Irritated, she responded: "I'm okay. Please watch where you are going." She glanced at her artwork and thankfully it was left unscathed. The stranger whipped out some paper napkins and helped Annabeth soak up most of the coffee while murmuring apologies and curses under his breath.
The cruel sea breeze blew once again causing Annabeth to shiver in her coffee drenched clothes. Wordlessly, the man who had accidentally spilled his coffee all over her took off his jacket and handed it to her.
"Here. Take it. You probably need it more than me." Annabeth hesitated before accepting the jacket wearily.
She was apprehensive to trust the stranger. She quickly scrutinised his body language and figured he was harmless.
"Thanks". Annabeth said as she slipped on the black leather jacket and starting dusting the sand off her navy-blue distressed jeans.
As she bent down to pick up her work, lightly dabbing her fingers on the rough paper to check if the paint was still wet. The man cleared his throat: "Hey, um I'm really sorry for spilling my mocha all over you. Could I get you coffee as an expression of my regrets?" the stranger asked. His hand awkwardly fisting his ebony hair. As Annabeth was about to decline his offer and thank him for his generosity, her stomach thunderously rumbled . She remembered that she had skipped lunch.
"Crap"
"I take that as a yes then." The man chuckled.