Sean laid against a rock by camp, his hat tipped down over his eyes, rifle on his lap.

This particular rock was the perfect nap place. That was until his face met your boot. That wasn’t perfect.

“Up!” You shouted down at him, making him roll his barely open eyes. You found this funny though, getting to him was your favourite thing,

“Jaysus woman.. would y’ever give me a break?” Sean slowly got up, “You’re real pretty.” He patted your shoulder with a yawn, his attempt of an apology.