Annabeth Chase is a lot like you.

She's smart. She's blond (not that looks matter, really). She hates her family.

You don't know why you haven't asked her out sooner.

Well, you didn't.

But then you stand outside her door and you hold your roses and you remember why.

She's a genius—

Which means that she's not much of a romantic.

Oh well.

You push the door open and enter.

"You brought roses?" she asks.

"Uh, yeah?"

She throws them out the window. You can feel yourself turning red.

"Let's start that relativity homework, why don't we?"

Science. Of course.