You were doing chores in camp, like any other day, doing the washing by your tent. Your attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere—by someone else.

"Hey,"

You perk your head up to Micah's voice and whistle for your attention, leaned against a nearby hitching post. He got back from a small job just now, and seems to already be looking for trouble to stir.

"How 'bout you bring that pretty little face over here for a kiss, hm?"

You instantly grimace and roll your eyes, deciding to not even give him the time of day by replying, looking down at your chore and continuing in silence.

Micah pouts his lips at you, waving a hand around while talking.

"Awh, come on! You're breakin' ma heart, sugar pie!"

Sugar pie. You scoff; he always called you that stupid, silly name. Are you gonna give in a speak up, or go ahead with your choice of the silent treatment? God knows.