Hey! So it's one fifteen in the morning and I still can't sleep so it looks like you're all getting another chappie! Yay!

Chp 2
Annabeth's POV

I got up and had breakfast, this date on my mind. When twelve came around, he arrived on time. I let him so I didn't look like a bad date for leaving him outside while I grabbed my purse and my phone. "Good afternoon." He said, smiling. "Hey." I said, grabbing my phone off the kitchen counter and meeting him by the front again.

"Ready?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess." I said. I locked my front door behind me and turned to see a fancy two seater Mercedes Benz parked on the side walk. "Don't tell me that's your car." I said, chuckling. He smiled proudly. "Proud owner standing right here." He said. It was cloudy and threatening to rain yet he decided we should walk to this lunch venue.

"So that is your car?" I asked him, for the third time. He laughed. "Why did you expect me to be driving something different?" I thought of the right words to use. "You are this laid back, no specific brand wearing kind of guy who goes to a local bar and you drive a car that makes me think you're a hide out from a casino fraud in Vegas." I said.

He threw his head back laughing, and the sound made me tingle all over. "Oh wow, so I'm a suspect to a fraud now instead of a cocky guy you met in a bar? Upgrade to your view of me." He said, sarcastically but with a smile. I chuckled. "I'm sorry, I mean no offense." I said, holding my hands up in a surrendering gesture. He smiled and soon we came to a familiar cafe.

We went in and sat down at a booth near the back next to the window. We ordered burgers and decided to get to know each other. "What do you do?" He asked. I smiled. "I run an architecture firm. I work from home, get important things sent to me and stuff, and make an occasional trip to San Francisco or New York to meet clients." I said. He smiled. "You seemed like the efficient type." He said.

"So, mysterious Percy, what do you do?" I asked, sarcastically. He chuckled. "So I'm mysterious too?" He joked. I chuckled. "Well I studied culinary. Got my bachelors degree when I was twenty two and spent the past five years traveling and working in lots of different restaurants." He said.

"Well I guess I'm going to be spending a date at your place while you prove to me how amazing you can cook." I said. He smirked. "You're excited about this little adventure, aren't you?" He said. I smiled. "It's different." I claimed. He nodded with a smile. "If you don't mind me asking, what is the reason you're here for two months before disappearing off somewhere?" I asked.

He took a sip of his drink. "I've been thinking of getting my masters in culinary, which takes another two years to do, and then get a good job and stuff." He said. I smiled down at my hands. "If only time at university and stuff was as exciting as learning what you did." I said, sounding all dreamy and stuff but in a joking way.

He laughed. "Yeah, well I did cut myself a couple times with a knife. It hurts quite a lot." He said, jokingly. We laughed. The food arrived and we dug into the heavenly food. When we finished, we payed and left the restaurant, jogging down the streets to my house as it was raining now.

I quickly opened up and we burst in, sopping wet. He laughed and shook his wet hair. "Fun." I said, ringing out my hair. I went through to my room and he followed. "You got a nice cosy house." He said. I smiled and thanked him as I picked out a pair of sweats and a dry top and got changed in my bathroom. I walked him through to the lounge, starting a fire so it could warm us up and his clothes could dry.

We sat on my couch and he put an arm around my shoulders. I raised an eyebrow at him and he said, "What? We are dating! I'm surprised we haven't kissed yet- I'm a great kisser. Or so I've been told." He said. I rolled my eyes with a grin on my face and said, "Oh, so you've been told. Well I'll be the judge of that when we do kiss." I said. He smiled triumphantly and kept his arms where they were.

We had our feet propped up on the coffee table, me in his side and actually enjoying it. "So you do this a lot?" I asked. "What?" He asked, looking down at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "You seduce a girl and just get her and everything works the way you want." I said. He chuckled.

"No matter how much I build up the image to you, I'm not all of the guy who knows exactly what girls like. I just have a couple friends that give me advice. Honestly, I've only dated seven girls, and you're my eighth!" He said, nudging my side.

I laughed. "Oh, okay. So you are actually just a guy who takes surprisingly not bad advice from his friends who have been around the block a couple times?" I asked, summing it up. He mocked hurt. "I'm not such a loser that I listen to one of my craziest friends about some Italian model he screwed with. I actually do know about girls." He said.

I crossed my arms and gave him 'the look'. He only chuckled, not the response I was looking for. "You're so cute when you try to look mad. But doing that just pushes up your bust." He said. I blushed crimson and mumbled, "You shouldn't be looking there in the first place. He laughed. "I'm just joking with you." He said, pulling me back to him.

"Well what do you know about girls?" I asked, trying to get over the whole cheeky remark. "I know they like a a guy that cooks. They like getting told they are beautiful, not hot. They like to steal your hoodies. And they like being told how much you love them." He said.

I looked him in the eyes for a bit. "If I wasn't still taken aback with your cheeky remark, I might actually consider you know a little something about girls." I said, making him chuckle.

He readjusted the arm that was around me and sighed. "You up for dinner at my place tomorrow?" He asked. I smiled. "Can't wait to see you go all Masterchef." I joked. He laughed and stood up. I walked him to the door and leaned against the door frame.

"I'll send you my address." He said, zipping up his jacket. He kissed my cheek like he did the day before and smiled before walking to his car and driving off. I closed my door and leaned against the inside. I bit my lip and chuckled before seeing if there was any work to finish up.