A disastrous date results in a chance encounter. How will Percy and Annabeth's story unfold, set against the background of a titalating New York?
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Annabeth's fingers drummed the table, creasing the satin tablecloth.
She sighed, checking her watch for what felt like the millionth time.
He was almost an hour late
Annabeth leaned back in her chair, rolling an empty glass in her hands. She probably would've ordered another drink of water, but her bladder was quite content with the three glasses she already had.
Even the waiters were looking at her with pity. She hated it.
Hell, she didn't even want to be on this date. The only excuse she had was that her roommate, Silena had her boyfriend over. And Annabeth had absolutely no intention of stepping into their apartment, given the circumstances.
She was just about to leave when her date showed up.
She cringed when she saw him.
Octavian was not a pretty sight
Who knew what possessed her to swipe right on his profile on CHBer? Maybe it was because she was new to town and didn't know anyone except her roommate.
No, she decided she would socialise. And who knew? Maybe Octavian wasn't as shitty as his face.
Another half hour had passed when her date barged into the restaurant, sashaying into the room as if he hadn't wasted her time.
"You're early," he remarked, pulling a chair and sitting opposite to her.
"You're late," Annabeth pouted, the glass still in her hands. She sounded whiny, squeaky to her own ears. But she was too hungry to care about manners right now. She was beginning to develop a headache. The lights were so bright, luckily, they couldn't blind her.
The boy shrugged, "Better late than never," he remarked, picking up the menu casually.
Annabeth resisted the urge to throw her glass at him.
When she finally decided to step outside her house, after practically weeks of isolation, she thought it would be liberating and exciting to travel to a new city and meet new people. Her entire career was leading up to this moment in time when she was climbing up the ladder in one of the biggest architectural firms in the world.
This is not what she wanted. She hated the feel of Octavian's slimy hand on hers, slick with hair gel or whatever rat's urine he used to slick back his hair. She should've just stayed in her room and read a book or watched Derry Girls.
Octavian was clearly not worth the wait.
He waved the waiter over, "I'll have the lobster and she'll have a salad," he ordered, without a glance at her.
Annabeth pursed her lips.
"So after lunch, your place or mine?" Octavian asked, finally setting down the menu and meeting her eyes.
