Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

133. Hollywood

(Part of the Model!Annabeth series) (apologies) Happy new year! 

Percy dipped the rag in the solution, and wiped down the table, trying to ignore the stare from the woman across the room. She'd been eyeing him like a piece of meat since before the dinner rush.

First, when she walked in, it was like he was a deer and she was a hunter, he could sense her, but she didn't make it known. Then when he took her order it was like a warning shot, she grabbed his arm and he smiled politely, he does have a girlfriend after all. Ever since she grabbed his arm, her eyes seemingly haven't left his figure.

"Perce." His mom called him over.

"What's up, Ma?" Percy asked, throwing the dry rag over his shoulder, and fixing his rolled sleeves.

"That woman has been trying to get your attention since she sat down, can you please make sure everything is alright?"

"Yea— Yeah, Ma, I'll go right now. Sorry." He kissed her cheek, and wiped his hands on his apron before going over to the woman.

She seemed to have come from some kind of gala, donned in a long elegant red dress and styled long blonde hair, not unlike Annabeth's. Maybe a little less curly.

"Hi, Ma'am, is everything okay? Did you want the check?"

"Trying to push me out?" She smiled sweetly.

She seemed to be mid-thirties by Percy's guess, her eyes held knowledge and power, giving him an uneasy feeling churning in the pit of his stomach, begging to come out in the form of word-vomit. He wanted to spill his secrets to her.

"No— No, not at all, I'm so sorry— is—is there anything else I can get you?"

"Sit." She said, pointing to the empty seat across from her in the booth. He could only smile nervously as he did as she said. "I like your look." She said.

"Sorry?"

"I was watching you. You have a 'Boy-Next-Door' look and I like it. Here's my card." She slid him a card. "My name is— well, stage name is Aphrodite, you don't need my real name, love— no matter how much your eyes beg me to tell you. " Her words eased his worries a bit even if she wasn't going to tell him her real name.

He gets it, (kinda) Annabeth took two months to tell him her real name was Anna Elizabeth.

"Fair enough." He chuckled, unsure of what to make of this.

"How about you meet me at that address tomorrow afternoon, say two?" She wrote down an address on a cloth napkin as if they were disposable and... not to be used again.

"For...what?" Percy felt like he missed something, nervously fidgeting with the napkin.

"I'm not going to kidnap you, love, if anything that would ruin my name, no time for such silly devilments." Her accent became more mid-Atlantic as she spoke, whispy and ethereal.

"I don't know."

"You're dating Annabeth Chase, yes? The model?" Percy liked hearing his girlfriend's name in her accent, he was near swooning.

"Yeah, why?" He tried to snap out of whatever trance this woman has him in.

"Show her my card, she'll assure you it's safe." Aphrodite brushed off.

"Alright." He cleared his throat.

"Pleasure was yours." Aphrodite said, holding her hand out for him to seemingly kiss.

"I'll walk you out?" Percy took her hand, hoping he was wrong.

"Please, darling."

Percy helped her stand up and get her fur on before walking her out of the juxtaposition of a diner.