Summary: Dear girls, We get cold too. Bring your own coats. Sincerely, boys. Percy/Annabeth.
Annabeth shivers. She can feel the tickling goose bump sensation make its way up her arms. It got chilly in Central Park on October nights, and all she had on was a t-shirt.
Percy looks at her and smiles gently, "You cold?" She nods stiffly, and glares in jealousy at Percy's blue hoodie. He smiles sympathetically, but says nothing else.
A minute passes, and they walk silently hand in hand. Annabeth is frowning. Doesn't he realize I'm freezing over here? She wonders if he'll offer her his sweater. She can do without it, but it's almost like, dating tradition. The girl gets cold, and then the guy gives her the coat like a gentleman.
She feels silly for these thoughts. But it's her first real date, and she wants to do it right. It's daughter of Athena thing.
She shivers voluntarily again, and adds a quick chattering of her teeth. He glances at her again. "We should hurry, you keep shivering." he says. "Though it is a long way to my apartment. Hang in there Annabeth."
She glares at the ground, as they pace silently holding hands, and can stand it no longer, "Well?" she snaps, "Aren't you going to offer me your sweater?"
He frowns, and glances at her blandly, "And what? Freeze too? Guys get cold too Annabeth," he says, smiling cheekily, "Girls should bring their own coats." he chuckles, looking her in the eyes.
She scowls, "Well you Seaweed Brain, are the worst romantic ever." she mutters, looking away, a faint blush tainting her cheeks.
He looks conflicted, "Well I don't want to give up my sweater, but if its romance you want…" he says, "How about we share mine?" he grins. She wears a confused expression, but then he unzips his hoodie, and pulls out one of his arms.
Her look of confusion doesn't waver. "But Percy how do we sha-" she's cut off as she's lifted off her feet bridal style, and Percy wraps part of his sweater over her shoulders.
"Better?" he asks, grinning. She laughs, "Definitely."
They share a serene look, until Percy ruins the silence, "Though seriously, Annabeth, next time, bring your own sweater."