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"Indeed they are." Dylan smiled, it was a funny story how he found out the Apollo kids were good at cooking, since he didn't know a lot of greek mythology he had tried to guess by just observing some campers, it was a good hobby just looking at everyone without seeming creepy and since he was always alone no one really noticed him. One day some kids from the bright cabin were fighting over some cake and how one of them had ruined it with putting different things in it. One of them spotted Dylan and asked to taste it, he was delighted to eat it and it turned out to be delicious, since then he always knew they were good at cooking.

"It's alright, I'm pretty good at being invisible." Mostly because it was his sister who had the attention and wanted the spotlight. Once Dakota ordered it took a moment for Dylan to answer her question, she was always in the Infirmary and Dylan wasn't anywhere important. "I'm almost always in my cabin, there isn't anyone really. Or sometimes I just go to this really sturdy tree and in this branch you can sit there and just enjoy the breeze or see the sunset while reading a good book." Pretty cheesy, right?

A half smile grew in his face, he couldn't help the feeling of pride of being complimented but it was still below him, he knew his looks was something he had probably gotten either from his dad or mom, since his mother was gorgeous but since his father was Anteros, one of the gods of love and all that he did have good looks. He didn't respond though to her compliment, just letting his smile do the talking. He was fulfilled with success when he noticed he liked the rose, finally she sat down as he helped her with her chair. He walked back to his place and sat down his own chair.

"Thank you, but I'm afraid I could've done a much better job if I had more time. But I'm glad you like it." He looked to his right towards the trees to inform the nymph that in a matter of minutes to bring the menus that he had to get someone in the Apollo Cabin to make yesterday and also be willing to make the food, fortunately one of his friends, a girl, with a romantic heart decided to help him out. "I'd say nine, but you are welcomed to make it more cheesy, as you can see I am a romantic." Finally the nymph took the hint and walked towards the table with two menus in hand, she handed one first to Dakota and then to Dylan. "Thank you Aradia," He smiled politely and left to later come back and write out what they would want.

((Did this on my iPad in history class))

It was a terrible mistake, saying he was feeling a little lonely to his best friend in camp, the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them and suddenly he was walking towards his cabin with different names of girls who were single in camp, of course they were more but Dylan was lucky enough to thank his friend and run away. He made a deal with himself, he would let his best friend set him up for one blind date and see how it goes. It was going well, he hadn't heard anything about meeting anyone until he was told a day before who he was meeting with, when and where. How was he gonna find a suitable outfit in one day? He had to plan everything, he did not have enough time. Or in the words of her younger sister, he was screwed.

But the day came anyways and Dylan was thinking things over, he had almost everything done. He found a great and respectable pant suits with a great complimentary shirt, a tie loosely wrapped around his neck. The setting was almost perfect, almost. He just needed the sunset and everything would be fine, but minutes before the sunset and before he would me his date, he set up a table in the beach, good enough for his shoes not to get dirty or the lady's shoes. A rose in a glass vase waiting to be picked up by its new owner, the silver plates he had to go through the whole Mess Hall to find, then the food, oh the foo would be exquisite. Having to convince an angry dryad who had been tormented by his younger, troubled sister, to help him out serving the food was hard, but it helped that he could persuade her with a smile, not wanting it to be the case though, since leading one ladies with his looks would be a mess, no such thing to do to such a delicate woman. So he would help the dryad with anything or just help on getting back to someone who took her for granted.

As he stood next to the table, the light breeze of the waves splashing to the sand, calmly making the mood more serene, the sun almost ready to rest and create such colors that he could only dream of, he waited for the beautiful lady. He could not wait for the mysterious woman who probably had more time than he did on preparing, but never the less, he took out the rose from the half empty water glass vase and hid it behind his back to present it to her.