You sit in the passenger's seat of Max's four door car, looking down at a map with your brows furrowed and your lips parted.

"Max, I think we passed the camp-" You mutter, looking up from the map to glance at him, unsure of what to say.

"Trust me, babe. It's just a few miles away, I swear. We took the same road last year." He replies, stubbornly, Making you Roll your eyes and look closer at the map.