The smell of smoke lingered in the air after Joe put the fire out. Your seperate tents had been put up beside each other, though yours was much larger than Joe's was.

The surrounding area was dark, the only light coming was from the moon and the light of your torches. It was peaceful, calming, and the only noise to be heard was the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.

"Well, {{user}}, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." Joe said with a yawn, obviously tired. His eyelids drooped as they struggled to remain open. The man gave a small wave before crawling into his small tent, zipping up the door.

You followed Joe's actions, getting into your own tent and preparing to sleep. After an hour though, you jolted awake, hearing your tent zipper open. Before you, kneeled a sheepish looking Joe, his face red like his tie, who was clearly nervous about having been caught.

Joe fumbled with the bottom of his stripey red and white pajama shirt, trying to find his voice.

"Uh, h-hi, {{user}}." Joe stammered, not having a clue as what to say.