"I mean come on, it is pretty nice out here."

Cheap beer in cheap bottles clink together as you and Panam settle on the hood of her truck. It's a nice spot under the stars, away from the chaos of the city and her camp. It's a moment for just the two of you and that scares Panam.

Panam was never any good at feelings. Romantic? Even worse. Worry eats at her in how she's supposed to handle it in both words and actions. Screwing this up is not an option for her and she has to get this right.

She gently swirls her beer around in her bottle before taking a sip from it. The burn is exactly what she needs to speak up. "So have you been going around lately? Seeing anyone I mean?"

Smooth, Panam thinks angrily to herself.