1.) Annabeth's POV

I concentrated as hard as possible as I sketched at my little design. I learnt that trying to do a sketch for an assignment in your senior year at your house, doesn't turnout well. So I resorted to Starbucks.

I sighed as I sat back, flexing my fingers to try help the blood go back into them. I had a sip of my coffee and tried to relax. I had been so stressed about this design for my architecture exam. This could decided which universities would accept me.

I looked around the coffee shop. An old couple were in the back corner of the cafe and there was three people working on their laptops. Margret, an old lady who baked some cakes for the shop, smiled at me from the counter. "Working hard my love?" She asked, her thick British accent making you feel all warm.

"Yes." I said, chuckling. She gave me a smile before turning back to the Starbucks worker. I put my head back into my work, regaining my thought train. I hardly noticed the young guy come and walk up to me, before he cleared his throat.

I looked up at him. "Sorry, what?" I asked. He chuckled. "I asked if I could please sit here?" He asked, his grin making me feel all fuzzy. I moved some of my stuff away so he could put his stuff down.

"You working hard?" He asked, raising a eyebrow at all my papers. "Yeah." I said, chuckling. "I'm Percy Jackson." He said, extending his hand. I shook it and gave him a smile. "Annabeth Chase." I said. He gave me a smile.

"Please, carry on." He said, sitting back and taking his coffee. I carried on working, feeling his gaze on me. I smiled and looked up at him. "What?" I said, chuckling. "It's interesting to see someone actually doing what they love." He said, smiling.

"How do you know I love architecture?" I asked, chuckling. "I have never seen someone try so hard for one school paper. I'm assuming you're still in school." He said, smirking. I blushed and pushed some hair behind my ear. "Yes I am. I'm eighteen." I said.

He smiled at his hands. "It's nice to see someone like that." He said softly. I suddenly felt intrigued by him. "What do you do?" I asked, sitting back and sipping my coffee.

"I am a marine biologist. Sometimes I work for two months teaching marine biology to students at NYU." He said, his whole face brightening up even more. "That is really cool." I said, smiling. He shrugged. "So I'm guessing you're over twenty?" I asked.

"I'm twenty three." He said, smiling. I chuckled. He sat back, day dreaming as he gazed around the cafe. The sun streamed through the windows, catching his emerald green eyes. His black hair was messy but looked perfect.

I didn't know if it was my inner conscious but something told me that this guy was intriguing. I snapped out of my gaze when I heard him chuckling. "What are you gazing at me? See something you like?" He joked, making my cheeks flare red.

I quickly looked down, but smiled. "Don't get so cocky Jackson." I said, smirking at him then continuing my work. He smiled and watched as I sketched the last few columns. I sighed and smile at my drawing when I finished it.

I packed it away neatly, putting it in my bag. I sat back and drank the last of my coffee. I pulled out my iPhone, checking the time. 16:32. I sighed. I put down my phone and said, "I should probably be heading back to my place." He chuckled. "Don't want to get your dad worried about you being out late?" He said, sarcastically.

"I have my own apartment." I said, smiling at his comment. "My dad lives in San Francisco and my mom lives in Greece. So I live here." I said. He raised an eyebrow. "You pay for the apartment?" He asked. "No, my parents. Something to say they are sorry for getting divorced and my mom moving so far away." I said, shrugging.

He nodded, taking it in. "Let's keep in touch." He said, taking out his phone. I handed him mine and vice versa. We put each others contacts on our phones then handed them back. We got up and walked out the cafe. "I'll see you soon." I said, unlocking my car and opening the door. He gave me a wave, then got in his car and drove off.

I smiled and got in my car. I drove home, and had a shower. This guy was intriguing. But he was twenty two. At least he was level headed. I smiled, picturing him in my mind, the way the sun hit him in just the right he made me feel so giddy. How he brightened my day.