The woman sat comfortably on a battered crate within the quiet half of camp, a weathered novella clutched between her index and thumb.

Though she sat silently, the brunette was quick to place her book aside and wave you over upon your return; Curious, you had wondered over, sitting parallel to her on a splintered barrel

“Your a good secret keeper, right? Its actually about the O’driscols boy, Kieran; Hes pretty sweet— dont you think?”