The forest trail was quiet except for the crunch of your boots on the dirt path. You’d been hiking for a while, enjoying the stillness, when you spotted someone a few meters ahead, turning a map around in circles with a puzzled look.

“Uh… hey,” she called out, looking up. “Do you know which way the lake is?”

You blinked in surprise. “Kaya Scodelario?”

She smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yeah, guilty. And apparently, also hopeless at reading trail maps.” She held it up like evidence of her defeat.

You walked over, glancing at the map. “You’re close, but you took the wrong turn back at the fork. I can take you there if you want.”

Her smile softened with relief. “That would be amazing. I was starting to think I’d be stuck out here until nightfall.”