A/N: Hey guys, here's another cute one, hope you like it!

The best thing about Percy's life is that he has managed to score a date with The Annabeth Chase.

The worst thing about Percy's life is that he has no fucking clue how he's supposed to pull this off.

She's a famous actress. So it's not like he can just take her to Olive Garden and he does not have the budget for something super fancy and oh, did he mention, she's famous, so going out in public is going to be an issue and—

He calls Grover.

"I can't tell if you're joking," Grover says in utter disbelief over the line.

Percy groans as he plops down on his couch. "I almost wish I was, this is too stressful. I can't do it, why did I even say anything?"

Luckily, Grover is his best friend and completely used to rambling that's usually just a tad dramatic.

"You just need to play to your strengths."

"Did you just quote a sports movie?"

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Yes, please, sorry." Percy's too desperate. "Continue."

Grover sighs. "As I was saying, it seems like she just wants to spend some time with you-though I'm still having a hard time believing that you actually scored a date with Annabeth Chase, are you sure it was her?"

"Grover!"

"Sorry, just making sure. Anyway, you should do just that: spend some time with her. And do what you do best."

"Which is?" he asks, but he thinks he knows the answer. His oven is already on.

"Don't play dumb, I have no doubt you're stress baking cookies right now."

"Okay, okay, but…" he trails off, another thought coming to him. "What if she doesn't like baked goods?"

"Oh my god Percy, it's baked goods, who doesn't like them!"

Grover makes a fair point. (Plus, he's pretty sure she's posted stuff on her Instagram that was baked goods.)

So, miraculously, with some help from Grover and the okay from Cali, he manages to pull together something that he hopes is at least halfway decent.

The small, cramped café is already cute, but Percy hopes that by drawing down the blinds and lighting some candles and lamps he's made it cozier. (He even bought a table cover for one of the two lone tables at the place.)

The bell rings just as he's finished setting out some plates and his head snaps up as Annabeth Chase, in all her dark jeans and crème blouse glory, walks in. (Seriously, jeans never look that good on anyone and what probably really famous designer thought it was a good idea to have off the shoulder blouses because he might be choking a little right now).

"Hey," she says softly while he stares.

She laughs and crosses the distance between them to smile sweetly. "Percy?"

"Huh? Yes? Hi, Annabeth, you came, I mean, of course you did, have a seat." He gets the words out all in one breath and turns towards the counter where he's laid out some food.

A hand on his arm stops him and forget Jason Grace's eyes, her touch is electrifying.

"Percy," she says slowly and he's afraid he's fucked things up and the date hasn't even started. "Does it help to know that I'm nervous too?"

What?

She offers a small smile. "Believe it or not, I don't normally do this, and I don't know what's going through your head but right now, I'm just a girl on a first date, and I'm nervous too. So," she takes a breath, "let's just be nervous together, okay?"

He wants to slap himself in the face for being an absolute (insensitive) idiot. But he doesn't think that would help the situation, so instead he nods.

"Yeah, okay, sorry. Can we start again?"

Annabeth smiles, her first real true smile so far and Percy feels a warmth in his chest. She nods and he thanks every deity in the world

Squaring his shoulders, he turns properly towards her, taking in her appearance with a wide smile, and takes her hand. "You look beautiful," he says, raising her hand to his lips. "And thanks for, you know..." His brain kinda short circuited when he kissed her hand, but he tries to power through anyway, "joining me tonight."

She giggles as he pulls out a chair for her. "You look pretty cute too," she replies with a wink and Percy tries not to have a heart attack.

"You're cuter," he argues back, as she slips into her seat. She makes a face and he shoots her a grin as he turns around to get the food.

"I don't know about that, my view is pretty great," she calls, and he almost drops the dish of enchiladas he's made.

He tells his brain to come up with a quick and witty retort. His brain returns an image of Annabeth kissing him that is entirely unhelpful to the situation.

Turning back around with the dish firmly grasped in his hands, all he can manage is making the same face as she did fifteen seconds ago. But at least he doesn't drop the food. Baby steps.

She laughs and he places the dish in between them, maneuvering around the drinks he's already set out.

"Clearly you haven't looked in a mirror," he retaliates.

Annabeth rolls her eyes and smiles. "How about I call a truce and say that the food looks the best out of all of us. Did you make it?"

And the nervousness is back as some heat flares up to his cheeks and his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry if it's not the best, it's my first time making them, really and—"

"I'm sure they're going to be good, now please sit down and have some too, I'm feeling kinda lonely here," she jokes, but he catches the look behind her eyes.

He quickly sits down, wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans. Nodding towards the food, he aims for the casual that he had lost the moment he had served the food. "Well? Don't leave me hanging."

Truthfully, he had already taste tested (he couldn't serve something bad) and from the little he had, it seemed pretty okay. But that doesn't stop him from anxiously looking over at her as he serves himself.

Annabeth's eyes widen as she chews and he hopes that's a good sign. "Percy," she says as she finishes up her bite. "This is so good! There's no way you made them for the first time!"

He blushes again and wonders when he went from being 26 to 16 again. "I had help, my best friend Grover makes it even better."

"Still. Do you like to cook?" she asks, taking another bite.

"Yeah, but I like to bake even more."

Seeing her questioning face, he laughs, the tension finally easing from his shoulders. "Yeah, you'll get to taste some of that later."

She beams at him. "I can't wait!"

"What about you? Do you like cooking?"

It's kind of bizarre to be talking about cooking with Annabeth freaking Chase, but if there's one thing he's learned, she's only human (an amazing, beautiful, talented human in his eyes, but still just human) and he needs to get over himself.

"I wish, I am horrible in the kitchen though."

"What? No way? You're telling me the guest star on Cooking with Dionysus can't actually cook?" He jokes back.

She groans, leaning back in her chair. "Oh my god, that was so nerve wracking. Thankfully, I had a recipe and some help, even if it was snarky help."

He leans forward. "Is he actually that snarky?"

Annabeth shrugs, her exposed shoulders rising and falling, and he represses a sudden urge to kiss the freckle on her right one. "Hard to tell. I don't think he hated me though."

"It must be tough, being around all these famous people, must be a lot of drama."

She sighs. "Yeah, I mean, it's a tough industry, but there are some really good ones out there."

"Like Jason."

"Like Jason," she agrees. "I'm glad he told me about this place." Her eyes wander the room and the nervousness about his choices crops up again.

"I hope you don't mind," he blurts, causing her focus to shift back to him.

"Mind what?"

Well now that he's talked himself into a hole, he has to talk himself out of it. Nervous together, that's what she had said right?

"That our date is here, I didn't think being out in public would be the best so I tried to make it as private as possible and this was the only place I could think of that—"

For the second time that night, she cuts him off. "Percy, it's perfect." She lays a hand on his across the small table. "You've clearly put a lot of thought into this and I really appreciate it, thank you."

He smiles, the anxiety slowly melting away. "Good, I'm glad, I was just kinda worried about it, you know, and I'm glad that you don't mind this, so um, thank you," he ends lamely.

"Don't worry," Annabeth assures, squeezing his hand, "I'll make sure to plan the next one."

"Next one?" Internally, he's dying a little, but he has to play it cool you know. So naturally, his voice totally definitely doesn't crack.

"We'll see, depends on the baked goods," she teases back.

He shoots her a conspiratorial smile. "How do you feel about cupcakes?"

As it turns out Annabeth Chase (like most people, as Grover would say) loved the cupcakes and Percy Jackson loved the way the frosting tasted in her mouth when he stole a kiss.

A/N: This was also prompt request from tumblr, and really added to the lore of this little series.

Also, these are all pre-written and posted, I'm just moving them on here, so I'll be bringing over oneshots almost every other day till I'm caught up.

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