A Different Reality (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chp 92 - Leo's POV

FRIDAY

In the end of the afternoon, Leo left the bathroom drying his hands, only to find Erica waiting for him outside.

Huh... she could have waited near our workplace.

Probably too much love. Couldn't stand be too far away from us.

"Hum, hi? What are you doing here? Need help with something?"

She has holding a small white board, and wrote with a black marker.

I was thinking about eat something later, do you want to join me?

"Me?"

She nodded smiling, before erasing and writing again.

It's not good to eat alone, especially if you have friends. So, you in?

Well, we always have each other company, but yes, it's sad to eat completely alone, especially a pretty girl like her.

She doesn't have to ask! Of course we're going!

She smiled when Leo grinned nodding.

In an hour is good for you?

***

"Cheeseburgers? Girl, you're like a dream come true!"

As long as she doesn't eat only salad...

Leo sat with Erica in a round table with three chairs and was happily salivating on the menu.

Oh, gods, look at these pictures!

I rather see a real one in front of me, so stop staring and start reading!

"What is HE doing here?"

Ugh.

It must be fate. There's no other explanation to why we can't avoid her.

Erica was writing something quickly on her board. Leo tried to read, but sitting opposite to her, his dyslexia didn't allow him to read upside down. Callie came closer and was reading over Erica's shoulder. When she ran out of space on the white board, she erased and continued to write.

That is not fair!

We didn't get to read...

Now I'm curious...

Whatever Callie read, made her set her jaw, before exhaling. Erica erased what she wrote again and Leo watched amazed as Callie's mutinous expression morphed to a cold courtesy, and she took a seat between Leo and Erica. She took a deep breath before giving him a tentative smile.

"Hi, how are you?"

... WHAT?

He was pretty sure he made a comic picture, with his jaw slack and his eyes round, yet he didn't care. He turned back to Erica.

"What kind of sorcery was that? What did you write? Is it a magic spell? Can you teach me?"

Callie tightened her jaw, and he could say that she was twisting her hands to prevent herself of wrapping them around his neck.

"I asked how are you. I was being NICE."

Humph, right.

"Exactly WHY I asked what kind of sorcery is this. You're not nice! My sunshine is nice when she wants, but you... 'nice' is NOT in your vocabulary."