Chapter 3- Percy POV:
I fingered the small velvet box in the pocket of my jeans. My light blue polo shirt was smooth and unwrinkled, just like Annabeth liked. I hoped she didn't order something messy for us to share that I would spill on it.
Annabeth came out of her room. She looked stunning. She was wearing a short, light gray dress with a blue belt, and gray heels with a gray, blue, and white purse. Her dress was tight and showed off all her best features.
"Ready to go, Seaweed Brain?" she asked. I tore my eyes away from staring at her, and replied "Yeah." I wanted to grab her, kiss her, fall in love with her all over again. But I just took her hand and led her out the door.
We decided to go to Cafe Rho, which Annabeth had modeled after the café in Rome, where we had had our last peaceful date before falling into Tartarus. Apparently, Romans don't eat pizza. Who knew?
After a delicious lunch of spaghetti with blue Coke (for me) and fizzy water (for Annabeth) we took a walk on the beach. I tried to impress her by making beautiful designs out of fountains of water. I made a heart, a watery shape of Annabeth, and the words "I LOVE YOU".
She laughed and kissed me. I wasn't being stupid, was I? Because she usually kisses me whenever I do anything stupid. Whatever. I decided to just enjoy it.
It was time for what I had planned. There was no going back now. I took a deep breath.
We were waking side by side, so I grabbed her hand and swung her around so that we were facing each other. "What?" she looked confused.
I knelt down, pulled the dark blue velvet box out of my pocket, and slowly opened it to reveal a gold ring with diamonds and pearls set in it. "Annabeth Chase, will you marry me?"
Annabeth POV:
I just stood there with a stupid smile on my face. His face looked so hopeful; his sparkling sea-green eyes pleading me to say; his messy black hair blown out of his face by the wind.
His face fell. "Is that a… no?" Oh no! I forgot about answering. "No! My answer is yes! I will marry you, Percy Jackson."
He looked so relieved. "Just one question," I said, "will our parents agree?"
"Oh, no. I didn't think of that." He said.
"Well, our mortal parents probably will. We should ask them first."
