ANNABETH'S P.O.V.
Annabeth was having a rough morning. She woke up 20 minutes late, and that messed up her whole schedule. She was a person of timing, everything done on time, in perfect order, but today, it really was not her day.
Stumbling out of the bed, Annabeth ran to the bathroom, desperately trying to tame her blond hair. She quickly put on a decent outfit, a sweater, and some blue jeans. Having no time to do her make up, she took her black jacket and sprinted out.
Jogging down the street, there were few people outside, whether they were cleaning their backyards or just leaving for work. After analyzing all her possibilities, Annabeth decided to catch a bus and hopefully make it to her third period. Otherwise, her professors would not be really pleased.
Being a senior, while living all by herself in a completely new encirclement is not something everyone could do, but Annabeth had no problems with it. She was not in the best relationship with her parents, and she did have a few friends around here, so it was all good.
By now, she was only a few meters away from the bus station, but the scene that displayed in front of her was not relaxing. A blue bus, wrapped in black smoke, was slowly moving away from the station. Although Annabeth was a fast runner, the bus still managed to slip away. With a shriek of annoyance, she dragged herself to a small bench near the station. Her morning was now officially ruined. There is no way she could make it in time to her biology class and she did not have the energy even to consider running to school.
The only idea that made sense was to get a cup of coffee and hope her professors would empathize with her. She gathered her things and took her backpack, lazily swinging it over her shoulder. Slowly walking through the foggy streets, the whole city seemed to reflect on her mood.
Despite her staying here for a few months now, there were still times she would wonder which street to go to or which corner to take. The city itself appealed to her, the buildings and architecture different from the sunny neighborhoods in San Francisco.
While wandering around, looking for a Starbucks or something similar, a small café caught her eye. It was a friendly-looking coffee shop, with blue curtains at the edges of the windows. Why not try? Annabeth thought to herself while walking towards the cute café. Her boots splashed as she walked across the soppy street.
She pushed the glass doors open, a small bell ringing in the background. The interior of the café was even more delightful and cozy than it seemed. A dozen small wooden tables were splattered across the light blue room, with two velvet blue armchairs next to each. Annabeth glanced at the bar, wondering why was the colour blue seemed to be entwined with everything.
What she saw did not really answer any of her enigmas. There, behind the bar, stood a tall, tanned, black-haired boy. She could not see his face because he had his back turned to her, but his posture was telling her enough. He was obviously an athlete of some sort, his muscular body in a tense stance.
Before she could inspect more details, he turned to face her. That is when another notice came to her. He had that troublemaker smile on his face. Still, that just made Annabeth's mind work harder. What would such a boy be doing in this kind of place? -
"Hi! Can I help you?" His voice was deep, and it shook Annabeth from her thoughts.
"Oh, um, yes, can I get a cup of dark coffee, please?" Annabeth asked the mysterious boy.
"Yeah, sure, but if you don't mind, what do you need dark coffee for this early in the morning?" He asked, grinning.
"My day did not start the brightest, and I need a bit of an energy boost." Annabeth answered, smiling at the boy. His sea green eyes and her gray ones met for a few seconds before she could not hold his look anymore. She looked aside, wondering why this boy had such an impact on her. It is not like she had never met a boy before. But this one was different, somehow.
Before Annabeth even realized he was gone, the boy put a small cup with dark liquid in front of her. She looked up at him for the last time, before saying thank you and turning around to leave.
While walking towards the exit, the boy decided to speak once more.
"It's Percy. My name is Percy."
Annabeth smiled, although he could not see it and left the café, hoping she would see the boy again.