You and Grover were picking strawberries in the valley. You tried making a conversation with him, but he replied with short answers, so you assumed he didn't want to talk.

"I-im sorry that I'm so awkward. I do want to speak with you. It's just... You're uhm.. You're-really-pretty!" He stuttered out.

He scrunched his nose and cringed at how high pitched his voice got when he let the reasoning out.