I watch Percy walk away into the moonlight, as I pulled his oversized denim jacket tighter around my shoulders.
"What kind of restaurant doesn't have valet?" I say out loud to absolutely no one.
I lean against the bus stop and look around, the moon's full tonight, illuminating everything in an aura of beautiful serenity. I hear the faint humming of traffic in the distance, the sound of laughter in the restaurant behind me and the crickets chirping.
I guess this is a good way to spend the night before your birthday, although I wasn't quite looking forward to it. Life as an adult demigod wasn't going to be any easier.
I rub my hands together in an effort to warm them and that's when I notice the missing button on the cuff of the right hand sleeve. The seams around it gently beginning to open and I roll my eyes at how in character this seems.
I breathe in deeply and the rich, musky smell of his jacket lingers in my nose. The jacket that was a washed denim with worn details, is about three sizes too big for me, and hangs limply onto my shoulders. Although it's quite heavy, I find it oddly comforting and it sure does the job of keeping me warm.
As I stick my left hand in the pocket, it touches a pen - Riptide obviously. Gotta always stay vigilant against the monsters. As I dig my hand further in, I feel something soft and pull it out... "Oh ew ew!" I exclaim reaching to drop the used Kleenex in the conveniently placed trash bin.
Precautiously, I stick my hand into the other pocket, where I feel something similar to paper again. Fearing it to be another tissue I meticulously pulled it out by an end.
But it was a wrinkled up receipt, curiously I straighten it out and begin to read.
"David Bowie - Diamond Dogs," awestruck I stare at the receipt, no way- did Percy purchase this for me? I can't help but smile in disbelief, unable to comprehend that he even remembered how much I adore this artist, let alone took the trouble of tracking down such an expensive and rare vinyl record.
I look up and notice him jogging back towards me and immediately shove the receipt deeper into the pocket, that's when my fingertips brush against metal. I wrap my fingers around it and pull out the car keys.
My lips involuntarily break into a smile as I find myself rolling my eyes once again.
"Of course he forgot the car keys..."
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