Background:

Annabeth Chase just recently moved to the wonderful city of NYC in late summer, now it is late october and the holidays are soon coming to New York. Annabeth works in a small Café/Bookstore, where she meets Percy Jackson, an aspiring Singer/Songwriter.

CHAPTER ONE:

My name is Annabeth Chase, I'm a Sociology Major at NYU, as well as I minor in Theatre. To be completely honest, Theatre is my passion. But, it doesn't pay the rent.

I work at a small, cliché Coffee Shop/Bookstore called The Bean.

Tonight is a night like any other semi-busy night, only a few customer lounging on sofas reading, studying, or even play WoW on their laptops. I'm watching over the front counter, waiting for something new to happen.

"Wow, it's pretty dead tonight." My coworker, and best friend, Thalia huffs, refilling the biscotti jar.

I nod at her.

"So, what're your plans for this lovely Friday night?" She asks, expressively. I roll my eyes. "Well, I'm closing tonight. Mr. Chiron has me working the stupid 'Friday Night Live Entertainment.' thing." Which is a new "project" the owner of the shop decided to start to bring in more customers. "What're your plans?" I ask back.

"You know, the usual. I've got my Mixed Martial Arts class after my shift, then I'm going to spend some time with my neglected Instant Queue." She pauses."Man, we're exciting people." She jokes, I laugh with her, before she goes back to attending to a customer.

I check the clock 6:37, I groan. I have until exactly 10 o'clock, until I can't start closing up the shop, but for now I help Thalia man the front counter.

The next half hour goes by slowly, when I notice the stage starting to look busy. Instead of a band, it's just a single guy tuning his guitar, and such. I can't help to notice him, he looks in his early twenties, has jet black hair, and eyes that are the color of the Pacific Ocean themselves.

Thalia nudges me with her elbow, giving me a knowing look. Shit, she caught me staring. I roll my eyes, and try to hide my blush. "I'm heading out, do you think you can handle yourself and not drool all over the front counter?" She teases.

"I wasn't drooling!" I defend.

"Whatever, Annabeth. I'll see you tomorrow!" She waves as she heads out.

Get a grip, Chase. You are Wise Girl, the daughter of Professor Athena Chase, well renown Professor of Stanford, not a boy crazy California Valley girl.

I shake my head trying to rid my thoughts of this god-like guy up on stage.

As it gets closer to 7:30 the café starts to look busier than the normal, I guess this whole "Live Entertainment" might be a success after all.

Once it's 7:30, the owner and my boss Mr. Chiron taps on the mic, "Could I have everyone's attention?" He's pretty much almost 7ft, mid thirties man with long black hair, and tanned skin. "Tonight is the first night of our 'Friday Night Live Entertainment series', and to kick is off is a very good friend of mine, Mr. Percy Jackson." Mr. Chiron walks off stage.

The guy with the ocean eyes climbs onto the stage with a guitar in one hand, and a purple pick in his mouth. He stands center stage as pull the guitar strap over his body, and takes the pick out of his mouth. "Hello, everyone. My name's Percy." He flashes a toothy smile, adding a wink to the end of his name. Without another word he jumps into an upbeat song.

Luckily a customer came up to the counter, or else I would have been stuck in a gaze watching him perform for forever.

The next hour and a half went by quickly, thanks to the business of the shop. The crowd was heavily drawn to Percy, clapping loudly to the last note of his last song, yelling "Encore!"s and "We love you"s. Being a Sociology major or not, I could absolutely tell why. This guy was as charming as a Disney prince. He thanked the crowd, expressing his love then quickly got off the stage, and started packing up.

After a few minutes, the café was back to only a couple of the regular customers reading, studying, and playing on their laptops until closing.

Being so caught up in wiping down counters, and doing dishes, I didn't notice the customer at the front counter until he cleared his throat. I lifted my head, threw the dirty rag into the sink and scurried to the register, it was only then I realized who I was standing face to face with.

"Hi, how can I help you?" I said shyly.

"Hmm," he said, staring at the menu above, and tapping his chin. "Just a Hot Chocolate for me, thanks." He decides with a kind smile.

"Right on it." I nod, giving him his total.

"Did you enjoy the show?" He says.

"I did, you played some of my favorites." I said honestly.

"Well, I'm glad I could do them justice." He chuckles.

I give him a small nod, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sorry I never got your name, miss." He says taking a seat on a stool in front of the counter.

"Annabeth, Annabeth Chase." I said, with a smile.

Finally adding whip cream to his drink then placing it in front of him on the counter.

"Very pretty. Suits you, I think." He says blowing on his drink.

I nod, about turn back to dishes.

"Oh my god, this is delicious!" He exclaims, eyes wide as if he just discovered the cure for cancer.

I chuckle at him, he's got a white layer of whip cream on his upper lip. He raises an eyebrow at me, looking even more adorable.

I hand him a napkin, "You've got a little something there." I laugh pointing to his lip.

"Oh!" He says, wiping his lip. "Thanks."

"No problem." I reply and return to collecting empty mugs, and such.

I look to the clock 9:43, almost time to close completely.

A couple minutes later, I hear Mr. Chiron make the announcement that we'll be closing soon, and for everyone to make their final purchases.

I noticed Percy already had left but left a yellow sticky note on the mug he was using.

"Annabeth, that was the best hot chocolate I've had in awhile. Hope to have more of it, and you soon.

'Til next time,

Percy J."

Who was this guy?

A/N: Hey guys!

This is me trying a new story.

I don't know how far I'll take this one, or if I even take it anywhere it depends on YOU guys. :)

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