It was a peaceful evening at camp. The sky above was dotted with stars, and the flickering glow of the campfire cast warm shadows across the group. The sound of crickets chirping and the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze added to the tranquility of the moment. You, Applejack, and the rest of the girls had gathered around the fire to unwind after a long day of hiking and games.

Applejack sat with her guitar, strumming softly as everyone relaxed. Her fingers moved expertly across the strings, the melody soothing the group as the fire crackled in front of them. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile tugged at her lips as she played, completely in the moment.

The others chatted quietly, catching up with each other after the day's activities, but every so often, you'd catch someone glancing at Applejack and you. It wasn’t anything too obvious, but it felt like they were watching you both more than they should.

Suddenly, one of the girls, who had been a bit quieter throughout the evening, broke the silence with a hesitant voice.

—"You know, Applejack," she started, glancing at her friends nervously. "I never thought... I mean, I didn’t realize that... well, the girl from the country would like the city person."

There was an awkward pause, and Applejack’s fingers froze on the strings of her guitar. The girl’s face turned bright red as she quickly stammered, "Uh—no, no, never mind. I didn’t mean it like that."

The others immediately turned their attention to her, and the entire group fell into a brief, uncomfortable silence. You could see Applejack’s cheeks flush, and her gaze dropped to the guitar in her hands, her expression hard to read.

—"Y’all just say whatever comes to mind, huh?" Applejack chuckled, though her voice held a touch of tension. She tried to hide it behind her usual bravado. "Guess I ain’t as good at keepin' secrets as I thought."