Colin was pretty excited. Leila and he had decided to be hipster and have valentines day in the forest instead of going to the dance because dances were mainstream. Anyway, he'd been all romantic and planned out the exact location, a bit behind the hecate cabin in a group of trees just far enough away to not be able to see the camp unless you looked. He wore a white shirt and tie, looking crisp and fresh. Minty fresh. Suave. Slick. Like Muhammad Ali. Float like a butterfly, sting like a-
Anyway, he'd set up a pretty nice scene, with a few large blankets laid out across the large area, a CD player humming some select Script and Fray music in low tones, a few candles and lights strung around the tree branches which had been hell to place (falling out of trees hurts more than you would expect), and, in the center of it all, a single rose and bottle of wine he'd paid a hermes kid to sneak for him. Now he just had to wait for Leila. He'd been very careful not to tell her anything but the location. He was so pumped to see her.
Anyway, he'd set up a pretty nice scene, with a few large blankets laid out across the large area, a CD player humming some select Script and Fray music in low tones, a few candles and lights strung around the tree branches which had been hell to place (falling out of trees hurts more than you would expect), and, in the center of it all, a single rose and bottle of wine he'd paid a hermes kid to sneak for him. Now he just had to wait for Leila. He'd been very careful not to tell her anything but the location. He was so pumped to see her.