Percy and Annabeth are still going out. They are about 17 or 18 and they are on a typical dinner date.
"All right, sweetie. I'll have your food ready in a sec." Our waitress, Wendy, said with a cheerful smile directed at Percy. She had curly brown hair, and bright blue eyes. She looked our age, 17 probably almost 18, and was clearly try to flirt with Percy, who was being totally oblivious to it, like always, even though I was sitting right across from him.
Percy smiled at her, and she left our table while I gritted my teeth. He looked at me and his smile was replaced with a look of confusion. "What's the matter?" He asked me.
I looked in the direction that Wendy had walked off in and grumbled, "I don't like our waitress."
"Why not? She's really nice."
"Yeah, nice." I said sarcastically. "She was totally flirting with you."
"What are you talking about? She wasn't flirting with me." He replied, obviously surprised by this news to him.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please, Percy. Anybody within a mile could tell you she was."
He grabbed my hands over the table and shook his head at me. "Why do you care?"
"Because I don't like pretty girls flirting with my boyfriend when I'm sitting right in front of you."
"So what? I love you, not her, not girls from my school that try to flirt with me too, not anybody else whose name is not Annabeth Chase."
I sighed. "I love you, too, but it would be nice if girls still didn't flirt with you. But it's not my, nor your, fault that you're so hansom and so easy to fall in love with."
Percy smiled and leaned over the table to kiss me on the lips. When we pulled apart I saw Wendy standing next to our table, glaring at me. "Please try to minimize your public displays of affection. It disrupts other customers. And employees." She said before she walked away.
I smiled and started laughing quietly.
"I think she'll stop now." Percy laughed along with me.
I quickly stood up and slid into the side of our booth table that my boyfriend was sitting on. I wrapped my arm around his side and rested my head on his shoulder. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as Wendy came and dropped our plate of spaghetti on the table.
I laughed quietly. I wonder why Wendy even bothered flirting with Percy when she obviously know that we were going to share this plate of spaghetti and spaghetti is a really romantic food choice, especially when the restaurant uses really long noodles.
By the time we had finished our plate, which included us eating the same noodle so many times you would almost think that Percy was purposely trying to get the same noodle as me, I didn't even remember who Wendy was, and I don't think Percy did either.
