Disclaimer: All the wishing in the world couldn't make me own Percy Jackson.
Oh well, Percy thought to himself as the brunette apoligized profusely for the hot, (so hot), coffee her three year old had slipped all over him.
Its been a crap day anyway.
Percy reassured her for the twelveth time that it was fine, he always got coffee slipped on him, and hell, he didn't even like this shirt. Who cared if he got it from his trip to New York, which had been the last time he'd seen his mother, before she had passed.
The lady finally left him alone when her daughter had announced proudly to her horrified mother (and the entire bookstore) that she had made an 'oopsie' all by herself and, wasn't her mommy proud of her?
Percy had already been way over today, before it even begun. From the broken coffee machine, to his completely gasless car stopping in the middle of the highway. From his depressed boss's sobbing to Percy about his girlfriend dumping him again, to the demanding of Percy's own ex (for three months now, as she so maliciously reminded him) to buy her a new hardcover copy of 'Sherlock Holmes and the Twenty First Century', to replace the one that had fallen in the pond at the scene of their break up.
So here he was, simply complying with her request, so she could maybe perhaps, leave him alone.
As soon as he pushed open the door, a heavy downfall of rain plunged down on Percy's shoulders, soaking his already ruined shirt.
"Go figure." He grumbled.
Already completely drenched, Percy made is way to his car in an exhausted state. He kept his head low, watching a small frog hop hurriedly across the parking lot, trying to find itself some respectable shelter from the rain.
He didn't notice the frantic blond until he'd already bumped into her and sent her plastic bag flying into the wet ground.
Stupid stupid stupid dumb stupid, his brain told him.
"Oh!" She gasped, "I-I'm terribly sorry!"
"Its fine," Percy reassured her, "I wasn't -"
BEEEEEEEP
Percy quickly lached to her arm and jerked, yanking her out of the headlights, away from the enormous truck whose driver was spewing foul language at them.
Not that it mattered.
He didn't even realize how close she was to him until he heard her swallow next to his ear and felt her heart beat rapidly on top of his chest and suddenly he was looking into a pair of gray eyes so intense they made the heavy down pour around them seem so insignificant and good god she smelled amazing.
Percy felt dizzy.
"Oh god," She said, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me."
Not you, he wanted to say, me.
Instead he asked her if she was alright and reassured her again it was not problem.
When the girl thanked him again and began to walk away, he realized he didn't want her to leave, and besides, he didn't even get her name.
"Annabeth." She smiled warmly at him. Percy felt his head twirl a little.
"Percy," He cleared his throat, " And by the way, would you by any chance be up for a cup of coffee this weekend? "
Annabeth's smile brightened.
"I'd love to." She told him.
She gave him her number and hesitated slightly before wrapping her arms around him and thanking him again for saving her life.
Percy told her he would've done it a thousand times more.
The two went off on their seperate ways, each on their own ways home.
Later that night, snuggled up in his warm bed and cozy pajamas, Percy decided that maybe fate didn't hate him as much as he thought.
It was worth it, he decided. All of today's utter bullshit was definitely worth it.
Annabeth was worth it.