Dealing with Drama

Seeing Sabaton: Part 2

AN: The Manchester derby is going on right now, but I can't bring myself to watch. On a happier note, I got Iconic Moments Ronaldinho and Romario in PES the other day. I might have to lose the +2 boost my Iconic Moments Cristiano Ronaldo gets, but it's worth it for 2 100 Iconic Moments Barcelona players.

Edit after two days: I also got Legends Bergkamp and Del Piero. I spent all in-game currency trying to get Oliver Kahn. I still have two weeks left to grind, and then I'll have another go. Also, I wanted to set this chapter in the library at Ogygia, and add something a bit extreme like nipple torture, but I'm not feeling up to it this week... it turned out like this, so go on, give it a read and tell me what you think.

Edit on publishing day: I opened a few more box draws. I got Nedved, but I already have the card. Now, if I get a Legends card, it is a 50-50 chance between Beckenbauer, whom I already have, and Oliver Kahn. Let's go!

P.S: As I keep saying, Athena's previous behaviour will be explained next chapter.

Time: Same Time

Dark, sea-green eyes clashed with stormy grey, but not in an unfriendly way, as the two sat outside a small cafe in downtown London.

Athena blushed when she realised she had been staring too long into his mesmerizing eyes, looking down at the menu card in her hands and breaking the impromptu staring contest. Percy pumped his fist in the air in response, glad that he had won the unannounced, one-sided staring contest.

She felt like snorting at the meagre menu card. She could have much better dishes with the snap of a finger.

However, sometimes, it is the simplest things in life that give one the most happiness. And looking up at Percy resting his chin on the table, looking at a butterfly settled on his nose, she couldn't help but agree, letting a small, musical chuckle escape her.

They were seated outside a small cafe in downtown London, as already stated. It was old, with peeling paint and a musty interior that could have fallen apart if Percy had breathed hard enough, run by an equally old and run down couple. The air inside was stale, and the lighting was poor, plunging the majority of the cafe in dinghy darkness. The couches surrounding the tables looked old and hard worn, with a few springs loose and the leather torn in some places. A thick layer of dust covered everything, including the counter, and Percy seemed genuinely surprised to see that there was no dust covering the rickety old man sitting behind it, hidden behind a newspaper that seemed too heavy for his stick arms.

It took them three tries to get his attention, and a few more to place their order.

If Athena did not believe in Percy's benevolent nature after Artemis' lengthy rants on how he was the only acceptable male, she certainly did now after seeing how kindly and patiently he handled the old couple.

After ordering their food, he paid in advance, leaving a hefty tip. A few thousand pounds too hefty to be normal, if he wasn't a god. The old man didn't even notice the extra money, enough to see them through for a few months, when he waved his hand, accepting their payment without removing his eyes from the paper.

And so, here they were, sitting outside the old cafe at a wooden table that seemed to be in better condition than the rest of the cafe. Its paint was peeling, giving it a rough texture similar to bark and unpolished wood, and it was as cold as steel to the touch. There was an old, thin umbrella that blocked out nothing, sun nor rain, that provided the only shade, just a thin covering barely enough to protect them from the scorching sun.