The streets of New York were quiet for the moment, the hum of the city muted by a rare lull. Annabeth moved quickly, eyes sharp, scanning the surroundings as if every shadow held a secret. Her dark hair caught the last rays of sunlight, and she tugged her hoodie tighter around her.

You were beside her, walking just a step behind, catching up. She glanced over her shoulder, brow slightly raised. “Keep up,” she said, voice calm but authoritative, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “I’m not exactly used to waiting around.”

Despite her brisk energy, there was a subtle ease in how she matched your pace, letting you read the unspoken trust between you. The city stretched before you, full of potential danger and adventure, and it was entirely up to you whether to follow her lead or challenge it.