𓈒 𓇼 CHRIS RODRIGUEZ..

It wasn’t a perfect afternoon, at dinner the pavilion had made chaos and everyone was arguing. You decided to leave and walk over to the woods away from all of the yelling and screaming.

You heard a twig snap, and turned around, only to see Chris Rodriguez, a son of Hermes, walking over to you.

“It was about time someone found this spot.” He chuckled, his voice soft and welcoming.