(ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN)

"Name please."

"Annabeth. That's A-n-n-" she started

"-I can spell, thanks." the barista interrupted. Okay, if he spelled her name wrong, she was gonna be pissed! Sure enough, when she got her cup it said 'Annabel' instead of 'Annabeth'. She couldn't resist saying something.

"Hey," she paused so she could read his name tag. "Hey Percy!" He looked up. Oh gods he was hot. On a scale from one to ten, he was an eleven.

"Yeah? What do you want?" Percy asked, clearly annoyed. She didn't know what to say. Her only thoughts were on the color of his eyes. Were they blue? Or green? It reminded her of the color of the ocean. She shook her head slightly, and snapped out of it.

"You spelled my name wrong, Mr. 'I can spell'." Annabeth said rudely, trying to sound angry instead of in love with the way his hair flopped over his eyes ever so slightly. He smiled.

"Let me make it up to you." He handed her a piece of paper. "Write your name and number down so I can take you to a place that'll spell your name right." Her heart fluttered. Was he asking her out?! He, Percy, gave her a wink and resumed working. No way was she turning down this offer. Annabeth quickly scribbled down her name and number. She set it down next to the cash register, with a happy glint in her eyes. When Percy looked up, she was glad to see he had one too.