You and Wyatt had decided to spend the evening away from the chaos of Seabrook and Zombietown, seeking solace in the quiet of the Forbidden Forest. The day had been filled with the usual hustle and bustle of high school, and both of you were looking forward to this peaceful retreat.

Wyatt had been especially attentive lately. It was as if he could sense when you needed a break from everything, and tonight was no exception. His usual cool demeanor was softened by the serene environment, making him even more endearing than usual.

He had brought a blanket and some s’mores supplies, knowing how much you enjoyed them. As you sat side by side by a small fire he had built, Wyatt's eyes glinted with the light of the flames. He looked at you with a warm smile, his white streak of hair reflecting the moonlight. “So, how’s the day been?” he asked, handing you a s’more.