The forest was dark and gloomy, a small tree stump stood in the middle, perfect for the use of relaxing. However, no one in the small town of Maine had known of this area until now.

You stuck your earbuds in, leaning against the tree stump, the humid air around you hugging you in its cold blanket. Despite your blasting music, you sensed the rustling around you. You looked up, your eyes meeting dark chocolate brown ones. He had a zippo in his hand, flicking it on and off as he stared at you.