They had walked ten miles when they reached the city. Annabeth's legs throbbed and she felt dizzy from lack of water. They crossed the street to the little local diner, Annabeth's stomach growled-she hadn't realized she was hungry until the aroma of chicken filled her nose.

"You hungry?" Percy questioned, breaking the silence between the two of them. Annabeth nodded smiling.

He opened the door for her as they entered the diner, it reminded her of the one she used to visit when she was little. It was a quaint little restaurant, nothing fancy, nothing run down. The checkered walls, big clock, jute box, and the black, white and red theme gave it a 1950's feel-waitress' in roller skates tied the whole thing together. A young woman with a poodle on her skirt led them to their table, she chomped on her gum as she asked what they wanted to drink. From Annabeth's perspective she wasn't happy to be there and the gum chewing wasn't part of the role she was playing.

"Two waters," Percy said, nodding to Annabeth if she agreed. She nodded back and looked at the menu. Her stomach grumbled once more. She couldn't help but feel the book in her bag when she hit it with her foot. It made her wonder whether or not Percy had ever read it or what interested him about Greek Mythology. She had been studying and reading Greek books since she was little, she was dyslexic and found that it was the only language she could read fluently without stumbling over the words. She dropped her menu, placing her hands over it and leaning against the table.

"Do you like Greek Mythology?" Percy's face showed surprise, but it formed into a smile.

"Yes, actually, I do." He smiled also placing on his menu on the table. "I have since I was little. I was always the odd one out. The awkward Percy who no one wanted to talk to and only had one best friend, who happened to be on crutches." He half smiled. "Let's just say school wasn't the best for me."

"What interested you about it?" she asked not wanting to change the subject. Percy leaned back and crossed his arms.

"Well, I don't know. Every story is written in Greek, which is pretty much the only thing I can read without stumbling over the words, I'm dyslexic, you see." Oh my God. "And-it may sound weird- but I've always felt a connection between me and the Gods, like they watch over me and protect me, just me-" he stopped once he looked up from his lap. "Oh my, Annabeth…I'm sorry I didn't mean to creep you out or anything, it's just-"

"You don't have to explain," she held her hand up. "I feel the same." She chuckled. "I've read Mythology books since I was little, and I'm dyslexic too-I can only read Greek," This time it was Percy's turn to look surprised. Annabeth's voice became quiet, "Sometimes I feel like they talk to me, you know? Like in a whisper guiding me, telling me what to do and how to do it." She leaned back into her seat. They both sat there saying nothing for a while. Just reading their menus and trying to comprehend what the conversation they had just had.

"What can I get you two?" the waitress smiled a fake smile looking at Percy most of the time.

"Caeser Salad," How ironic.

"And for you?" she turned to Annabeth.

"Same," he handed her the menus, not taking his eyes off Annabeth who found it quite uncomfortable, she shifted her weight. "So, you like Greek food now too?" Trying to break the silence.

"Always have," he smirked. "Always will,"

"Always is a pretty long time isn't it?" she chuckled.

"Well, I'm not good with change. I like to keep things the same. Everything seems like forever." He smiled, but she could see a hidden pain in his eyes that she was determined to figure out.

"Percy," she looked into his eyes. "Nothing is forever."

A/N: Yeah, yeah I know their conversation is pretty weird, but I wanted to tie in the Greek God stuff, because something will happen with that soon. So I hope you like. (: