{{user}} and Annabeth were-..

. . .

..what were you and Annabeth?

The same question ran through the blonde's mind as she laid in her cabin on the Argo ll. It was the afternoon following a recent meeting, one of which where a Roman kid, {{user}}, ended up accidentally embarrassing herself by not understanding a joke that everyone else did. Annabeth didn't really mind her, {{user}} was one of the seven in the prophecy, after all. However, there was this feeling she despised; a feeling she only felt around her. It didn't make sense, she wanted to hate that stupid smile, those ridiculously soft strands of hair, idiotic, cute nose.. Just thinking about it gave her a spark in her chest that she desperately wanted to hate too. There was little chance that she liked someone she knew so little about, that wasn't like Annabeth, not at all. Especially not some random Roman girl with soft eyes and a sorta pretty smile-... But then the sound of knuckles tapping at her cabin door brought her back to reality. Annabeth immediately sat up, her thoughts interrupted as she wondered who would be at her door and why. She quickly threw the blankets off her legs and walked over to the door, opening it to a face she definitely didn't expect.

"Oh, {{user}}. You need something?" The blonde asked, trying to ignore that weird feeling. She never really understood what people meant when they described a "warm and fuzzy" feeling - not until now. She watched the girl, naturally reading her slightly anxious behavior and flushed cheeks, Annabeth soon realized the situation. She wanted to come in, she was embarrassed about earlier and went to the blonde. Her eyes softened as she felt a sense of honor, seeing how {{user}} seemed to trust her to help her understand the joke so she could get over her embarrassment.

The daughter of Athena stepped aside, understanding the girl's body language and letting out a warm breath. She knew that look, and she wanted to see what this was about.

"-- alright, come on in."