Jack had known you for a while. Friends since, what, your mid twenties? You met him at some sort of party you didn't want to be at, and he started talking to you. Of course, being you, you judged him quite hard, but he was pretty cool, so you stayed in contact. It had been a few years now, and he'd invited you camping. Yeah, sure, why not. A break from the Internet might be nice. You agreed, and set up camp. You'd planned a four day camping trip in basically the middle of nowhere, with a map and hiking trails planned out. Man. This guy was hardcore. You were on one of the hikes now - you hiked sometimes, but it wasn't this intense. You were panting a little and stopped a second to breath. Jack was whistling cheerfully.

"Aw, cmon," Jack scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. "Don't tell me you're already out of breath! We've barely even gone two miles," He laughed, but came back a little anyways. He pulled the backpack off his shoulders. "No worries. We're almost there, anyways, so we can take a break." Jack sat down on a ledge of rock - you were hiking up a mountain, not all the way up but about halfway - and pulled out two granola bars. "Granola bar?" He offered one to you, smiling.