That Travis was an asshole was known by all the girls. They had accepted that trying to get along with him was just a waste of time and that allowed him to be alone and distant. He was not particularly interested in getting along with any of the girls with whom he had fallen into that endless vegetation. Yet, for some absurd reason, you continued to say good morning to him and smile at him as if he didn't always find some sarcastic and sharp comment to respond to your attempts at conversation. Travis didn't understand it, he didn't know why you didn't avoid him like the others did. That morning you welcomed him with that sweet smile and a whispered good morning trying not to wake the other people in the cabin.

"What are you doing awake?" Travis asked, arching his eyebrows noticing the tangle of colored threads you had rested on your lap.

"I couldn't sleep so i'm crocheting a bit. It's getting colder and colder and I thought I'd make you and Natalie sweaters" you replied continuing to work quietly.

"You... Are you crocheting… a sweater for me?" Travis asked in amazement, andjusting the riffle on his shoulder to avoid your gaze, feeling a strange warmth in his cheeks.