Chase coughed, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I think so, too," he agreed quietly. Mia was a strange subject for him. He could write volumes about her...in invisible ink. "She reminds me of someone. I can't really put my finger on it, though. I try not to overthink it. I'm afraid if I do, I'll ruin it. I'm too analytical. She's the more lighthearted and spontaneous one." He smiled at the sky, and then snapped out of it. "Sorry. I babble a little." He laughed.