Meg and Elisa had insisted on staying with Mila through the day on Saturday. They were both wanting to meet Dionysus who repeatedly had bouquets of flowers sent to Mila's office throughout the week. He was certainly on the charm offensive. For what reason? She didn't know, but she was going to bask in it for as long as she could. It wasn't everyday that one got attention from a god after all. She supposed that her father had gained the attention of Aphrodite, but that was more a one night stand than anything else if she was being honest. She was still dreading the conversation that she was going to have to have with him if she continued this little dalliance with Dionysus. That wasn't going to go well. She could only hope that it would end before it got to that point.

When Meg and Elisa had asked what she was going to wear for the night, she hadn't had an answer. She didn't know where they were going, which was an error on her part. She didn't think he would take her hiking or anything of the like, but you could never be sure.

"So what time is he coming at?" Elisa had once again raided Mila's fridge of ice cream and was devouring it as if it was the last thing she was ever going to eat. Elisa had spent the last week questioning Mila's sanity over going on another date, if it even was a date, Mila was also beginning to question her sanity. Her father had always spoken her mother's praises but had silently warned her against getting involved with any gods. She only had to look at her own mother to know not to get involved, married to Hephaestus, constantly with Ares and with a gaggle of demigod children to add to the mix, Mila included.

"Uh, seven, I think." Mila replied, applying a small amount of makeup as Meg attempted to tame the mess of hair that Mila had given up on, "What time is it now?"

"Five to Seven." Meg answered whilst pulling at a particularly stubborn knot in Mila's hair. Mila spun around to look at the clock, the brush that Meg was holding dragged through her hair

"What?! I need to dress! Elisa, where's my outfit?" Mila tried to escape Meg's clutches whilst swearing to herself under her breath.

"Amelia Juanita Ruiz-Overton, if you don't sit still I will shove this hairbrush so far up your arse that you'll be spitting up hairballs. Do you understand me?" Meg grabbed Mila by her head and forced her to stop her movement whilst she brushed out the knots that had collected within the mass of hair.

Elisa came over a few minutes later with the clothes that she had picked out, a simple pair of jeans and a top. Nice looking enough to be able to go to a nice dinner but casual enough to be able to do pretty much anything else.

A knock on the door stopped the three girls in their antics.

"I'll get it!" Elisa rushed from her spot on the couch as Mila attempted to grab at her to stop her, but Meg held her back, brandishing the hairbrush in silent warning.

Elisa swung open the door to Dionysus standing there with a bouquet of the same flowers that had been appearing all week in her office. She wished that she had spent more time listening to her siblings about flowers when they had waxed poetic about them. Or maybe it was the Demeter kids that had gone on about flowers. It was quite possibly both of them speaking at the same point. All the same, it didn't matter, she couldn't recall what had been said anyway.

"She's uh, not ready yet, just give us a minute." Elisa slammed the door in his face, shutting him again from the view of the three girls.

"Why did you do that? That was so rude." Mila had thankfully learned by now to not move away from Meg as she continued to brush her hair. It didn't stop her from wanting to strangle Elisa, though.

"I panicked!" Elisa yelled back, rushing towards the other two girls who had finally tamed Mila's hair. Things were being shoved into Mila's hands as she pulled the top on over her head.

Elisa and Meg looked her over once again before giving her the all clear to go. The door slowly swung open again to reveal Dionysus still stood in the same position as when Elisa had slammed the door closed in his face. The once perfect flowers that he had been holding were now slightly crushed at the front where the door must have hit them.

"Hello." He greeted her and the two girls staring at him from behind Mila.

The three of them chimed their own versions of greetings before Meg and Elisa began shoving Mila out of the door. She quickly turned to say bye to her friends before allowing Dionysus to escort her to wherever they were going. She was pretty sure that she heard Elisa yell something about using protection which made her wince. From the smug look on Dionysus' face, she was pretty sure that he had caught the comment as well.

They strolled down the stairs of her block of flats and came out onto the main road. From here, she could see the top of her work over the other buildings. She could see a few figures walking about the top floor.

"So, your friends seem nice." Dionysus muttered from beside her as he held the door open for her. He had quickly handed the flowers over to her as they had walked down the stairs, the blooms seemed to have fixed themselves since being hit by her door.

"Yeah, they'll probably stay the night, crash in my spare room." She looked around at the road she had crossed nearly every day since moving to London. She was only just starting to be able to afford her rent by herself, her dad had helped her out ever since she had moved. The perks of having a rich father, she supposed. Sometimes she wondered whether it was his looks or his money that drew her mother to him. She liked to think that it was his kindness, but knowing her mother, it probably wasn't.

"Ah, so no chance of me staying over then?" He joked and slipped his hand into her free one, pulling her down the street.

A blush rose to her cheeks and she found herself muttering a quick 'no' as they continued down the street, "Where are we going then?" She questioned.

He turned to look at her and held her hand tighter, "Do you trust me?" He asked and pulled her into a small crevice behind a cafe.

"The logical answer would be, no." She replied, pulling her hand from his and went to continue down the road.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back, "I'm not asking for logic, I'm asking for trust." He squeezed her hand, "The two very rarely go together."

She paused. This could go very badly, neither she nor her friends knew where she was going. She highly doubted that he had told anyone else where they were going either. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she had technically known him for years, it was that she had been warned against gods her entire life. In this small crevice, in the middle of London, with him staring at her so intently, all of the warnings her father had given her from the time she had learnt of her heritage were screaming in her head. Yet, she didn't care. She slowly nodded and inched back into the crevice.

"Then hold tight, and close your eyes." He grasped her by the arms and pulled her close. She clamped her eyes shut and her ears were filled with the sound of rushing water as her balance went out from under her.

The world seemed to spin infinitely around her until she felt it still. She felt Dionysus rubbing her arms and slowly turning her around to face whatever was in front of her. Her stomach was flipping and her head was rushing with blood, she could hear her heartbeat pounding in her head.

"Open your eyes." He whispered in her ear and she opened her eyes to the view of rolling hills. There was a vast lake at the bottom of the hill they were standing on, the blue water was still as she stared at it through the evening light. At the side of her was a picnic blanket with a basket resting on it, candles were dotted around next to them which she was relying on more and more for light as the sun began to set behind the hills, casting a purple glow onto the picnic set up.

She was quite glad that she had trusted him now.

He pulled her over to the picnic blanket and sat down next to the basket, quickly bringing out a selection of food. She spotted a bottle of wine that he had also brought. If she was being honest, she didn't know much about wine, she preferred spirits. This one was a white wine that, according to the label, was alcohol free. This must be the best that he was able to drink with the curse.

"Right, we have a selection of cooked meats, cheeses, and grapes. Bread and butter, obviously. Bottle of wine for the lady. And… some hot chocolate." He listed off the things as he brought them out of the basket, setting them in front of her to see.

"Hot chocolate?" She laughed at the random addition to their little picnic.

"With added cinnamon." He smiled at her, "It's England, so it'll probably get colder as the sun sets." He remembered that she liked hot chocolate with cinnamon.

"So we're still in England then?" She questioned as she poured each of them a glass of wine as he began cutting the bread.

"Yep, the late district to be specific." She handed him a glass of wine. He raised his glass to her, "To what I hope will be a lovely night and a fruitful future."

She smiled, and raised her glass in return.