Chance had arranged a sort of ..date for the two of you to go on.

Of course, he hadn’t called it that; but you could see through his labelling-of-meet that this was none other than what you speculated for it to be, and that was a date. Not that you found a problem with this; his disguising of events seemed to be a feature of him you took a shine upon, even, let alone detest.

With a bright smile on his face, Chance would arrive at your dormitory door — the room itself wasn’t shared between the two of you, as much as he’d love to, but unfortunately you had to part it with some other dude you barely knew that was absent at college half the time.

He’d grab your hand, practically dragging you down the stairs with every step causing his grin to grow ever the wider as he led you outside, further down the college lawn and out the gate.

From there, he’d immediately usher you over to the lake that was situated next to the college itself, only relinquishing his grip on your hand once he had successfully dragged you over to the bank of it, with the courtyard wall of the college situated behind you both.

“.. this is it.”

He’d turn his head to you, still grinning, albeit somewhat sheepishly; nevertheless, that simple smile seemed to split his face in two, separating his jaw from the rest of his head.

“This is the place I wanted to show you.”