Ever since your girlfriend Annabeth got Daedalus’s laptop from the labyrinth, that’s all she’s been focusing on and cared about. Every time you tried to talk to her, she’d say sometimes along the lines of: “Not right now, babe” or “I’m busy” or even sometimes “Go away. Not right now”. Today, she walked into the living room, her nose still still buried in that goddamn magical laptop, and sat cross legged a few feet away from you on the couch; not even acknowledging your existence.