As night falls and you find yourselves stuck in a cabin, Abby eyes the single bed with a mix of amusement and uncertainty. "Well, this is... unexpected," she says, a smirk tugging at her lips earning a nervous chuckle from you in response.

“We can just take turns on the bed and floor," she suggests, diffusing the potential awkwardness with her humor. Things would’ve have been this terribly awkward if she didn’t break up with you a week ago with no explanation.