Clarisse remembered how desperate she felt when she couldn't help Chris get better when she found him wandering in the labyrinth. It was horrible watching him suffer but still, she was by his side for as long as she could until he got better. It surprised her that as soon as he did, he asked her out. She didn't even know he realized she was at his bedside all the time he was sick.

Of course she said yes. She'd had a major crush on him.

Now a different question would be asked. Or so she hoped.

Chris had said it was a surprise but she had to be at Central Park in an hour. She'd barely have enough time to make it from work.

She got in her car and arrived at Central Park just in time like she predicted. She made her way to the place he said to meet him at, following his directions. She walked in this pretty secluded area with white flowers all around ad a single picnic table. The wooden kind they had at public parks. But Chris was nowhere to be seen. Then came a voice behind her and clothes rustling. She spun around to face what it was.

Chris was on one knee and held a box with a ring inside. "We're 24 and been dating for quite a while now and I am utterly in love with you so," he took a deep breath, "Clarisse la Rue, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

"Yes stupid!"

What else could she have said? She was utterly in love with him too, and that would never change.