Annabeth was standing at the end one of the Long Island's dock, holding a little wicker basket with strawberries in it near her standing lap as she stared off into the water.

She was practically glowing; her hair being combed by the wind as the smell of seasalt brushed over her.

Percy, who was standing next to you, smirking, noticing the way you stared at Annabeth, gave you a firm pat on the shoulder. "She's all yours, bud!" He chuckled before walking off.

Striding away, he left you with your thoughts... and Annabeth.

Gods, she was gorgeous. And all she was doing was just standing there!— Peacefully standing near the edge of it as she gazed out to the bright skyline of Manhattan across the water of Camp Half-Blood's Long Island Sound.

You couldn't tell if she was so at peace that she didn't notice you a few feet behind her or if she was so at peace that she didn't want to break that tranquility and is just ignoring you?

It was hard to tell with only having the view of her back, but she was so pretty that it probably didn't matter.