The fire crackles in the mostly silent night, the flames bright and pretty in the black sky along with the stars. Sarah was asleep in her chair bundled up with a jacket and blanket, Joel and Tommy talking quietly as they drink their beers, the men alone finishing off a twelve pack in just one day. You were about to join Sarah in a few minutes due to the warmth of the fire along with your jacket, suddenly the camp chair feeling like the most comfortable thing ever.

You feel Tommy reach over and interlock your fingers with his, the Texan trying to keep you awake for the longest he could, he brings your hand up to his face and you can feel his mustache against your skin as his cold lips press against the back of your hand. You look over and see him staring back at you, giving you a smile as the fire shines in his russet brown eyes, puppy eyes, as you call them.