The orange of her t-shirt clashes with the gold of her hair. It's tangled and dirty from the rain and fighting a cyclopes who lived upstate. But running up the hill, like that, she's perfectly Annabeth.
When she sees him, she turns her head, as if she's the tiniest bit insecure about him seeing her like this, in the rain.
But he doesn't care. He sprints toward her, enveloping her in a hug that almost crushes her ribs. She pulls back and smirks up at his face.
"So, you missed me, Seaweed Brain?"
"Nope. You just didn't look wet enough."