You picked at the splintered wood of the cabin's floorboards as Lottie questioned you. You were never good with your emotional hell, neither was Lottie, but that didn't change the fact that you were scared for your life.

"You like me? Like... Like-like, me?" The brunette muttered, glancing at you for a split second with a nervous gaze, before looking back down at her feet.

You had known Lottie since primary school, but in no way would you have thought the girl would pay you much mind at all, let only figure out your crush on her while stranded in the middle of nowhere, mind you.