Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Percy Jackson. :(

The wind blew gently, waves of blonde locks trailing along. Tempestuous grey eyes regarded the scene in disgust. Lip curling, small nose crinkling, the figure turned their back and left. Behind them teenage girls continued to drool over the so called 'hot teen idol', Luke Castellan, plastered all over the cover of their magazines.

Annabeth didn't understand why girls worshipped the guy like that. In her opinion it made them look air-headed and immature. She had never really been like other girls. While they talked about guys and clothes and stuff like that, Annabeth geeked-out over architecture and books. Sure, the guy was hot, she wasn't blind, but he was probably ugly where it counts. A lot of teen stars tend to have a stick permanently shoved where the sun doesn't shine. At least, that was her opinion. The other girls probably wouldn't care if he was as dumb as a brick and had an ego that put Mt. Olympus to shame.

Annabeth was more interested in a guy that she could have fun getting to know, someone who wasn't on an imaginary pedestal. Some girls talk about princes and love at first sight. Annabeth wasn't Cinderella; she didn't want to be either. Call her a feminist if you want, she didn't need some random boy swooping in and treating her like a goddess. She had lived her entire life taking care of herself, she didn't need to be handled like she was a porcelain doll.

She wanted someone she could confide in; someone that would treat her like their equal. She needed someone who could put up with her random babbling about architecture, and she didn't mean just ignore it. Sure, she didn't want some big softy that would just rollover and do what they were told, they needed to be able to stand up for their beliefs, but she wanted someone that knew when to stand down and could acknowledge when they were wrong. Someone who knew how to be the bigger person. She didn't want to be fawned over, but she didn't want to be ignored. If he turned out to be hot, well, that would be an awesome bonus.

Maybe she was asking for too much, maybe she was picky, but she had been independent all her life and she needed someone that wouldn't just make her life harder. Annabeth had been let down to many times already, she had been the only one watching her back. She didn't want some superficial man that would buy her expensive jewelry and take her out to fancy restaurants, she wanted someone that would be fine watching a movie at home, maybe order some Chinese take-out or pizza. Nothing to elaborate.

By now she had left the park, the enamored girls elated babbling long since faded away. She decided to go to Jumpstart, a quaint café. Forget men, she needed her coffee. She was a regular at this café, the barista had memorized her usual order months ago.

Annabeth looked down, rummaging through her black purse. She knew she had a coupon somewhere in there, she could get a free cinnamon roll with her coffee today if only she could find it. She was so focused on her hunt that she forgot she was still walking, and wasn't looking where she was going.

Her search was put to an abrupt halt when without warning she collided with another form. A hand shot out to steady her, letting go once it was sure she had regained her sense of equilibrium. Her eyes shot up, trying to see who she had crashed into. Startled grey clashed with worried green. The individual started apologizing immediately, asking if she was ok, their deep voice laced with guilt.

Annabeth quickly reassured the man that she was fine, telling him it wasn't his fault and she should have been paying attention. The man nodded, running a hand through his messy raven hair. They stood there in an awkward silence for a minute, not very sure what to say.

Deciding she had been standing there long enough, Annabeth excused herself and headed towards the café door. The young man trailed behind her; at her confused glance he confessed he was on his way to Jumpstart as well. After getting their drinks they went their separate ways.

Annabeth was half way through her coffee (she never found the coupon) when a shadow blocked the light, casting her book in darkness. Peering over her book her eyes once again met with sea green. His eyes were warm, a small smile tugging at his lips. He kept eye contact, eyes never straying from her own grey depths. Extending a large hand he stated, "Hi, I didn't get to introduce myself properly, I'm Percy."

Maybe it's not too far-fetched…

Please review and tell me what you think. For now this is just a One-shot. If I get enough requests I might continue.