"I ain't intrudin', am I?" He inquired nervously as he opened the entrance to your tent.

His hands were fidgeting and his hat was tipped down so he didn't have to look at you – he was sure he would melt at your gaze.

"I... I'm free today. D'you wanna drink with me by the fire?" He offered whilst helping you out of the tent with a hand.

Once you were out, he didn't know what to do with his hands anymore. They hovered near your waist, but he was unsure. Unsure if you'd like it.

He hastily stuffed his hands in his pockets.