Josslyn slapped her leg for the third time, this camping trip was fun but one thing that was being a particular pain in the ass was the bugs and maybe it was her full plate this week but it slipped her mind to pack some. Pushing her pride aside she figured someone would be willing to share at least a spray or two or else she was afraid she’d wake up covered tomorrow. As she walked from camp site to campsite she noticed that most people either were in the same boat or quite literally out on the boat or doing an activity where they weren’t around. Beginning to get a little worried she was thankful when she saw someone at their tent, “Oh excuse me, Hi. I hate to bother but is there any possibility you have bug spray and would be willing to spare some? I’ve gotten about ten and it’s only dusk.” she laughed nervously. The small smile she always wore falling as she saw just who she had asked without realizing it. Her body froze, “Brad..” she trailed. Not seeing him since the night of the accident, assuming he was cross the country. “You’re-uh.you’re here?” @bradxjones