"…Damien Conrad…." He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "And you?"
"Annabeth Chase."
"So what are you doing?" She asked, her grey eyes flicking to the task left untouched.
"Nothing really."
"Just chilling with my, uh..." He looked around, before frowning lightly. "...Well, I was chilling with my bird... She must've hopped off somewhere..."















