heart, like a broken cassette

Annabeth gave him a wry little smile. “It's just a suggestion, Percy. I don't want to guilt you into anything, I swear. But this way, we both win.” She pulled a pen from her jacket pocket and neatly printed a phone number on his arm. “Think about it,” she said.She turned and headed the opposite way, back to her house. Percy, watching her go, absently noted that his ice cream had melted all down his hand and formed a chocolate puddle on the ground without him even noticing.Some girls, he figured, had that sort of effect.