Vendor
Percy was a vendor, simple as that. He sold delicate necklaces made of the most beautiful seashells and sea glass found on the beach. It didn't really give him much money, but for him, it was enough. Seeing the small joy his jewelry brought and being near the ocean were all he needed, especially after all off the excitement from camp. And it wasn't too unusual for him to strike up conversations with any of the beach goers. "How much for this?" and older teenage boy asked, pointing at a small, green piece of sea glass hanging from a piece of thin leather cord. "10 bucks." Percy said. That barely covered the cost of the materials but something so about the boy made him feel like the necklace had been meant for him. Something about the teenager, dressed not for the beach but more for a funeral, struck him as familiar. The boy looked up at Percy, and handed over the money. "Nico?" Percy questioned as he handed over the piece of jewelry. Now that he had taken a good look at the boy, he saw those oh-so wonderful dark eyes that had haunted his dreams for so long. The boy simply smirked and turned on his heel, vanishing right before his eyes. He looked down at the bill in his hand noticing a scribble on it, "Call me Percy" followed by a set of digits. Yep, this was definitely the best job ever.