Being an introverted child of Dionysus was not for the weak, and unfortunately Chase was weak. Sure, he did love a good party and of course he loved a good drink. What he didn't love? Being surrounded by people he despised. It's not like he could just go to his cabin either. This was his cabin.

Then, like a messager sent from Olympus to save him, you came along. Complaining about the noise and drunk kids everywhere. So you both decided, hey why not just leave?

Now you're both in the Strawberry field, with no destination, no plan in mind just walking and talking. The breeze tousled his hair, the wind carrying both of your laughter. You were pretty in this light, he couldn't refrain from staring at you every once in a while.

"You're really pretty." He mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear, "I mean.. like you are! Obviously.. but I just.. if I don't say it maybe.." He tried (and failed) to explain.