He was making a mental list of tools he might need when a girl's voice interrupted him. "What are you doing? You blew up my dining table!"
Immediately Leo thought: Uh-oh.
He'd met a lot if goddesses, but the girl glaring down at him from the edge of the crater actually looked like a goddess.
She wore a sleeveless white Greek-style dress with a gold braided belt. Her hair was long, straight, and golden brown-almost the same cinnamon-toast color as Hazel's, but the similarity to Hazel ended right there. The girls face was milky pale, with dark, almond shaped eyes and pouty lips. She looked maybe fifteen, about Leo's age, and, sure, she was pretty; but with that angry expression on her face, she reminded Leo of every popular girl in every school he had ever attended- the one's who gossiped a lot, thought they were so superior, and basically did everything they could to make his life miserable.
Leo disliked her instantly.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" He said. "I just fell out of the sky. I constructed a helicopter in mid-air, burst into flames half way down, crashlanded, and barely survived. But, by all means- let's talk about your dining table."
He snatched up a half melted goblet. "Who puts a dining table on the beach where innocent demigods can crash into it? Who does that?"
I have to agree with Leo on that. I mean a dining table in the middle of the beach.
