No Monsters with my Coffee, Please

*This was an assignment from a creative writing class, I felt it should be enjoyed.*

All I ever want to do is to take my girlfriend on a normal date. She deserves a non-chaotic day, just the two of us, not worrying about whether our friends or we were going to die. Our relationship is not a typical seventeen-year-old relationship. We are demigods, that means we have one earthly parent and one godly parent, the Greek gods to be exact. My dad is Poseidon; her mom is Athena. According to old Greek legends, given our parentage we are supposed to hate each other, however we are obviously bad at that. Annabeth was a beautiful girl who looks like she would live in California, given her beach wave blonde hair, perfect tan, beautiful gray eyes, freckles, intelligence, and toned body. I'm just Percy, with messy long black hair, stormy green/blue eyes, typical New York resident, kicked out of about nine different schools (some for "troubled" kids), and only built because of camp's intense training. Demigod lives are extremely difficult; most didn't live beyond their teenage years as monsters will hunt them down and kill them. Annabeth and my life is harder than most demigods, as we are apart of this prophecy saying we have to save the world. A little more stressful than a zit or a government test, I'd say.

So how'd the legends Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson end up in this roadside café? Well, as much as I'd love to say it was because we are on a quest and stumbled in after an epic battle, we were actually just taking trains and buses to spend a month of our summer vacation visiting Annabeth's dad. We stopped at this café to eat a bit of lunch before boarding the next bus in an hour. I'm happy to have this time with her, we don't get a lot of time alone together, much less time to go on a proper date. After dealing with Smelly Gabe for several years my mom pounded chivalry into my head. I paid for our deli sandwiches, slices of cake, and coffees and joined her at the table she picked. I look around for the milk and sugar, knowing how Annabeth and I need milk and three teaspoons of sugar in our coffees. However, I don't see it anywhere.

"Annabeth, I'm sorry but I can't seem to find the milk and sugar for our coffees, I think we might need to drink it black," I tell her.

"That's okay" she says "I just needed it for the energy. Besides I'm just happy that you're here with me."

I smile at her, but I still am not pleased about the situation. At this moment I'd rather fight a monster straight from Tartarus than drink black coffee. I sip it little by little in between forkfuls of cake. Annabeth is right,I need to enjoy this time with her; who knows when it can be put to an abrupt stop.