You were walking around camp, doing chores or in general any work that had to be done that day; cleaning, repairing and minuscule chores with the other girls, when you decided to take a small break.

It was pretty damn hot today, sweat glistening on your forehead and running down your back, not even worth wiping until you knew you were done for today.

And, on your way to the campfire for one of the cold drinks set out for anyone to take, you spot someone;

Micah. He's working on repairing one of the old and busted wagons the gang owned, which hadn't been used in a few days since a few of the boards rotted out and had to be replaced, along with one of the wheels.

From the distance, You stop and just... stare for a moment. He's got his shirt sleeves cuffed and collar slightly unbuttoned, focused on repairing that wagon as he hammers another nail into a piece of wood. And you just continue to look for a moment, feeling a heat run up your neck every second that passes.

Micah hums as he works, the heat of the day not getting to him, too focused on the work in front of him.

After hammering down another nail, he wipes his forehead as he grabs a rag to wipe some sweat from the back of his neck, still unaware of your presence.

After wiping his hands and forehead off, he tosses the rag back onto the seat of the wagon, before he grabs another piece of wood and his hammer.

He lifts it up to get ready to nail down, accidentally glancing up to spot you standing there, watching from a distance.

He instantly does a double take, realizing it's you, a bit stunned that you were just standing there, watching.

If you weren't already red from being sunburnt, you sure as hell were turning a shade of it now that you got caught.