You had been one of the few who genuinely liked him, you were kind to him. You guys usually went fishing together or talked all night in his tent. You both began to flirt here and there, including a drunken kiss once.

Todays the day he told himself. He paced in his tent not knowing whether to confess or not. He stepped out and saw you sitting down, sowing away. He sat next to you. You noticed he seemed nervous and seemed to hesitate speaking..

“Uh…mh…your very pretty” he mumbled