Percy Jackson was waiting at a 表, テーブル in スターバックス quietly. The waitress who had served him watched him curiously. She had tried to flirt with him, but he didn't seem to get the message. Finally, she decided to walk over and strike up a conversation. She flipped her ココア colored hair, and strutted across the nearly empty cafe.
"It looks like whomever you're waiting for decided to stand あなた up." She began in a haughty British accent.
"They'll be here." Percy replied calmly. He sipped his now cold latte and turned back to the window. The skies were blue and clear, even though it was five thirty....
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