Hey guys! I've been trying to be better about posting sooner, so sorry for the wait.
I don't own PJo or Kaycie Lester
Mystery POV
"So… you were saying something about the party? And me? And me being your date?"
I looked over at my receptionist. "Uh, yeah. Though I don't remember saying that last part." She blushed. "Anyways, I need a new theme for the party. Last time, the whole clown thing didn't work out so good. I think I traumatized a few kids… So I need more ideas. You got any?"
"Uh, well, I actually was kind of preparing for this just a little. I mean, you have parties every week that you still haven't asked me to, so I came up with some ideas." She opened a drawer and pulled out a thick file, tossing it on the table. I opened it to find that the file was filled with lists of themes.
"Charlotte, you are my lifesaver! I really don't feel like reading through all of these, so I'll ask you. Are there any you that you think I should do?"
She twirled her hair as she perched on her desk. "Weeell, there is the France theme. But the Movie Theater one is good, too. Oh, wait! I know! The old fashioned ball one! I've always wanted to wear one of those gowns…"
"Sounds great! I'll invite people. You do everything else. See ya!" I walked out and closed the door behind me. Turning around, I felt someone's fist collide with my face.
Piper's POV
"Ouch! What the h-" The guy turned to look at me, hand to his eye.
I bit my lip. "I'm so sorry! I was about to knock when you came out. I didn't see-"
"No! No, it's fine. The worst thing I'll have is a black eye. So, who are you?" The guy had light brown shaggy hair, and the one eye that was uncovered by his hand was light blue. From what I could see, he was kind of cute. He didn't look that much older than me, either.
"My name is Piper. My mom is Aphrodite. She got me a job here. Do you know where I can find Skylar Jenkins?"
He smiled. "You're looking at him. Piper, huh? You must be the new recruit I heard about. You know, you're pretty for a New Yorker."
I smiled, though I was a little confused. "What's so bad about New York?"
"I met this one girl there. She was total trash."
"Really? Then I guess we're on the same team here."
"Sweet. Hey, I'm planning a ball on Friday. You interested?"
I laughed. "A real live ball? Like, gowns and everything? Sure!"
"You girls must really like dresses. Anyways, I'm going with a few others. You want to come with us?"
I took a step back. This doesn't count as a date, right? I don't do stuff like that anymore! I mean, I just met this guy… "Sure, I guess. I don't really have anything to wear, though."
He laughed. "That can be fixed. I'll just give your mom a call…" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, raising his hand slowly and pretending to push a button.
"NO! No, you really don't need to do that! If she finds out, she'll never leave me alone! I would like to shop by myself, thank you very much." He put his hand down, and I let out my breath.
"Okay. Well, see you later than." I started backing away. "What time is this ball going to be at?"
He walked towards a different door. "7pm. I'll come by at 6:30, or I'll send someone. That sound okay?"
"Yeah. Bye!" I turned and started towards the elevator. As the doors closed, I glanced over to where he was and saw him looking at me still. Awkward… I waved until the doors shut.