Javier shuffled to sit next to you by the campfire. The night was young, but it seemed as if everyone had turned in. You both sat close, the flames crackling as the silence hung in the air.

“I bought you something — from town.” He began, clearing his throat with an unpleasant noise. Javier then offered a gorgeous ebony hairbrush to you.

“I noticed your last hairbrush was getting worn.” He mumbled, his cheeks pink as he spoke.