Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all these characters belong to Uncle Rick, not me. Also, the cover picture isn't mine either, so.
Katie P.O.V.
I walked to my next table, a fake smile plastered on my face. (Unfortunately,) I knew the route so well, I didn't have to look. I opened my mouth to speak, but before any words got out I heard a voice I knew all too well. "Hey there, Katie Cat". Connor Stoll. "What do you want, Connor? I'm busy, and I swear to every god that if you try to steal something I'm going to feed you to the cleaning harpies."
"Woah! Why so hostile? I'm just here for some lunch." I rolled my eyes. No way was a Stoll brother just here to eat. "Fine." I took a deep breath and began the speech I'm required to give to every customer. "Welcome to Cafe Olympus. My name is Katrina, and I'll be your waitress this afternoon(/morning/evening). How can I help you?
"Now that's what I want from a waitress." Connor said. "But would it kill you to throw a smile in, Kates?" "Yes." I growled, turning on my heel. "Call me over when you're ready." I can't be sure, but I almost thought I heard him mutter "Gods. What does he see in her?" I probably misheard, though. Who would "he" even be?
I went to the kitchen to get a water for table eight (a semi attractive, but not my type, frat boy). I returned to see connor filling his mouth with sugar and waving me over.
Di immortalis.
"Yes?" I said, irritated beyond belief. "I'll have the 'Nectar Milkshake' and a 'Ambrosia Burger'. Fries for the side, please." "Anything else?" I practically growled. "And by the way, mortals don't eat sugar atraight from the jar. Actually, neither do most demigods." "Yes, actually, I have one more request. Sit with me while I eat." "No." "But Travis asked me to." he whined. "And I care why?" He stuck his tongue out at me and I walked away to give the kitchen his order.
