Megan felt nervous, when she heard the ding that signaled the beginning of the activities. Her first 'date' was a man, about her age, with copper red hair, and jade-green eyes.
"I'm Richard" he introduced himself
"I'm Megan" the profiler said lamly. Why did she have to make that bet with Colby? She was stuck here because of losing said bet.
"I'm a weatherman on a local station, what about you?" he asked nervously.
"F.B.I agent."
"Sounds like a high pressure job, I mean….you have to uh…be right all the time" he said quickly, as if she was going to disappear. "That's one of the nice things about being a meteorogolist, you can get away with being right less than half the time….Actually, that's the only advantage to being a meteorologist"
"oh?" Megan sensed regret in his voice and facial features.
"To be honest, I hate being a weather man. I'm sick of rambling on about Sunny periods and patches of raining coming from the South. I have dreams, ya know?"
"What kind of dreams?" Megan asked, attentively.
"I've always wanted to be a lumberjack."
"Lumberjack?" Megan repeated . She hadn't ever met anyone with that dream in her whole life.
"Imagine…" he began, with a wistful look in his eyes " Leaping from tree to tree as they flow down the rivers of British Colombia, the giant redwood, the larch, the fir, the mighty scots pine, the lofting flowering cherry, the plucky little aspen….with my best buddy by my side. I'd sleep all night , work all day, skip and press wild flowers. On Wednesdays, my time would be spent dressing in woman's clothing, and hanging out in bars.
To Megan's relief, the bell rang again. Time was up.
The End.
Story inspired by Lumberjack Song ;)