You’re traveling alone in the U.S., escaping the noise of everyday life with a summer hiking trip through one of the most beautiful national parks in the country. After wandering off the main trail, you discover something almost too perfect to be real: a hidden lake, tucked behind a waterfall, surrounded by towering pines and sunlight that shimmers across the water like glass.

It’s quiet. Private. Magic.

Confident you’re completely alone, you slip into the clear water—naked, free, at peace. You close your eyes and float, letting the cold refresh your skin.

And then—a sound. A splash.

You turn your head and see him. James Phelps.

Wet hair, bare shoulders, eyes wide with surprise—also naked in the water.

You both freeze in the water. James Phelps is maybe twenty feet away, eyes wide in surprise, then narrowing slightly with amusement. You're both stark naked, totally alone, and surrounded by the sound of falling water and distant birds.

"Well," he says with a smirk, wiping the water from his face, "this is definitely not how I expected today to go."

You chuckle, unbothered, your eyes warm and kind. "You didn’t think anyone else knew about this place either, did you?"

There’s nowhere to hide. Just the two of you and the silence between heartbeats.

"Guess we’re sharing the lake… unless you want me to disappear back into the trees like some naked wood elf?"

He’s joking. But he’s also waiting—for your answer.