A Basic Book With Percabeth One-Shots and All That

Not Your Regular Uber Driver

Annabeth rushed out her house and slammed the front door. The gusts of wind stung her face, making her hair fly wildly behind her. She had put on her black Yankees cap, given to her by her mother. She shivered momentarily, regretting choosing to wear jean shorts and a thin pale orange long sleeve shirt. She hurried down the stairs of her porch just in time to see a blue Prius pulling up to her driveway. She checked her phone.

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Your Uber has arrived!

She knocked on the driver's dark tinted window. The window slowly rolled down. The driver looked her way.

"Um, hi. Are you by chance my Uber driver?" Annabeth asked, fumbling for her purse and house keys.

The driver, who was wearing dark sunglasses and a hat seemed to have given her a look. He waved her to the passenger seat. "No. I'm just a guy who kidnaps people and eats them. Duh." He rolled his eyes. "What are you waiting for? It's not like I'm going to bite. Get in," the driver ushered, impatiently.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at him. She had quickly developed a disliking to this particular driver. She crossed her arms and sat in the passenger seat. A tense silence brewed between them. Annabeth was thankful for the silence; she didn't have to make conversation and didn't have to be late for her date. The car ride consisted of absolutely no small talk. The two didn't even glance at each other once. The car pulled up in front of the seafood restaurant her boyfriend, Luke, promised to meet her at.

"Thanks," Annabeth mumbled.

The driver rolled his eyes again, a habit of his. He ignored her statement.

Annabeth walked into the restaurant. She arrived at the clerk's desk. She peered at the waiting list, hopefully.

"Reservation for Luke Castellan and Annabeth Chase?" Annabeth told the clerk, though it sounded more like a question.

The clerk shifted through her papers and glanced at Annabeth again. She looked forlorn. The clerk shook her head.

"I'm sorry. No one by the name of Luke Castellan has made a reservation today," the clerk explained. The clerk looked around. "I'll tell you what. Promise not to let me lose my job. 'Kay?"

Annabeth nodded.

The clerk pointed to a table with two seats. All of the tables were formerly covered with a white silk cloth. The restaurant was looked highly punctual which made Annabeth feel a bit self concerned about herself as she looked at people wearing tuxedos and dresses. "That table is unoccupied. You can sit there. Food's on the house."

Annabeth smiled. There was no way she's pass up free food. She started for the table, and then looked back. "Thank you."

The clerk waved her off. "It was no problem! Now go before I change my mind!"

Annabeth lowered herself onto a chair, and picked up the menu, surfing through the many items varying from boiled crab to lobster. She slowly looked up from her menu. The whole restaurant had gone silent. A young man had walked in. His messy, black hair, disheveled by the harsh wind. His He silently went over to Annabeth's table and sat down. All of the chattering resumed.

"Who are you?" Annabeth hissed.

The man looked up from his phone. She was more than startled because of his eyes. In its depths was a swirling mass of blues and greens. The colors almost seemed to resemble an ocean. Annabeth was not easily intimidated, but yet here she was, almost cowering under his intense gaze.

"Your Uber driver. Ring any bells?" the man replied.

"So. . . Do you like the food here or—?" Annabeth started, attempting to make an effort at making conversation.