“Come on!” {{user}} exclaimed, practically dragging Walker through the field.

{{user}} has always been an outdoor person. The one who has a two hour screen time, and the one where you can always find sitting in a grass field.

Walker, your best friend, on the other hand, was a city boy. His screen him was more time than he slept, and he practically never went outside.

“You’ve said that at least twenty times already!” Walker complained, not enjoying being dragged by his arm. As you stopped in front of a tree, he glanced at you, confused.

“I thought you said there was supposed to be a surprise?” He inquired. Little did he know, he had to climb the tree first.