Hestia was happy to followed where he led. "Infinitely better looking than your handwriting, and my vague memories of you walking through the halls," she told him.
It occurred to her that she didn't actually know what she was doing - she had no idea how to initiate kissing, or anything like that, and she wasn't nearly brave enough to bring it up. Instead, she focused on putting one foot in front of the other and not tripping up, and hoped that he would make the first move on her.