Zoey was standing in front of the Davenport's house. It was finally time for her meeting with Chase. She was extremely nervous; she really did like Chase. Plus, she had broken up with Brett yesterday, so she was free to hang out with Chase more now. Without anyone bugging her about it. She slowly knocked on the door. She waited for a few minutes before anyone actually answered.

"Hey, Zoey," Adam greeted while holding a bowl of chips. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Adam. I'm actually here to see Chase. We're supposed to work on our project today," Zoey informed as he stepped aside so she could enter. "Is he here? I know I'm a little early."

"Uh... why don't I go check for you." Adam set his chips gently down on the coffee table before running off down one of the many halls. Zoey heard him yelling Chase's name as he ran around the house. She took off her black paint splattered backpack and set it down next to the couch before sitting down. Zoey looked around in awe. They had a great house with a magnificent view. She guessed that being a billionaire really paid off.

She felt as though she had been waiting for hours before Chase actually showed up. It probably had been hours. She was thinking of leaving when Chase ran into the room; she had almost fallen asleep.

"Hey, Zoey. Nice to see you," Chase greeted. He seemed out of breath. She got up off the couch and took a few steps towards him.

"Hey, Chase. Where have you been... for the past 2 hours?" Zoey asked him as she checked the time on her phone. She tried to act like it wasn't a big deal, but she was probably failing. "Wait, do you smell that?" She sniffed the air. It smelled a lot like... smoke.

"Smell what? I don't smell anything," Chase replied unconvincingly.

"Chase, why do you smell like smoke? Was there a fire? Is everyone okay?" Zoey started to panic; she was easily worried.

"No! No! No! There was no fire! It was... a barbecue accident?" Chase said uneasily. Zoey looked at him in confusion.

"Barbecue accident?" She asked while he nodded. "Okay. Are you telling me that there was a barbecue accident or are you asking me?"

"Telling you," Chase stated a little firmer than before. Zoey still wasn't entirely convinced, but she decided to just forget about it… for now.

"Anyway, I've been here for 2 hours already. My dad is going to be calling me in 3 hours. So, I have to leave about half an hour before," She informed Chase while checking her phone. Her phone calls with her dad were the most important thing to her. Yeah, she liked Chase and all, but she could always see him later.

"Okay, well, then we should get started," Chase instructed as they sat down in front of the coffee table.

"You have the supplies, right?" Zoey questioned while she removed paint, paint brushes, and glue from her backpack. Chase nodded while he retrieved different sized Styrofoam balls and wooden dowels. Zoey painted the Styrofoam balls assorted colors while Chase assembled the molecular structures that they needed. During the process, she took multiple pictures and many detailed notes. She really wanted to do well on this project. Not because she needed the grade, and she knew that Chase didn't either. She wanted to do well because if this went well, then maybe she and Chase could hang out more often. The pair didn't just work though. They also laughed a lot and had plenty of fun together. Soon, their time was up, and Zoey had to go.

"And this piece can go here," Chase exclaimed happily as he glued the green Styrofoam ball onto the dowel.

Zoey smiled; she was glad that Chase was having so much fun. She didn't really want to leave just yet, but she knew that she had. She wanted to talk to her dad, and she knew that he wouldn't be too happy if she missed the call. "Hey, Chase. I have actually need to go now. How about we finish this at a later time?" She suggested while she gathered up her stuff. She had somehow managed to get paint all over herself. She grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

"Wait. I'll walk you home," Chase offered eagerly as he too got up.

"Chase, you don't have to do that."

"I want to," He responded as she smiled at him. "Come on. Let's go."

They left his house and headed for hers. While they walked, they talked as well. She actually found his jokes to be funny, unlike Brett's. And he understood science. That was a huge relief for her. She already knew that he was a mega nerd, in a cute way, but their conversation only confirmed it. After a relatively long walk, the pair arrived at Zoey's house with a few minutes to spare.

"You know, Chase, you really didn't have to walk me home," She said while digging around her bag to find her keys. "But, thanks anyway. I had fun hanging out with you today."

"Believe me, it was no problem. Besides, I enjoyed it," Chase replied. He started to leave, but Zoey stopped him.

"Chase. I have to ask you something," She hesitated; she didn't know whether she should continue or not.

"What is it?" He asked her curiously as he stopped walking. Zoey took a minute to gather up as much courage as she could.

"Would you maybe, I don't know, like to hang out sometime? For non-academic reasons," she waited for his answer while she twisted the strap of her bag in her hands. She was afraid. Afraid of being rejected. What if he didn't like her in that way? What if he just wanted to be friends?

"Like a date?"

"Yeah. Like a date."

"I would thoroughly enjoy that," Chase answered with a smile. He tried to play it off coolly, but it didn't exactly work. Zoey didn't mind though; she liked his nerdy charm.

"Well, I'll see you later then."

They waved goodbye to each other before Zoey unlocked her front door and went inside. She closed and locked the door behind her. She leaned against it and then slid down to the floor. She giggled to herself as she thought back on the evening. She could tell that this relationship was going to be much better than her last one.