Night

Now it was official: they had strayed. Settled here. In this stupid forest. Fantastic. What a stupid idea from Logan to go after the beach in the forest. For now they had the salad. Meanwhile it was night and it was cold. And of course their cell phones had no reception. Really great. And what did Logan do? He simply went on as if he were looking for something. Only Camille had no idea what. She was in a bad mood and finally wanted to get out of here. Logan was meanwhile quite annoyed.

After about twenty minutes he suddenly stopped. Camille, who had not expected it, ran right into him and stumbled.

"Logan, can't you say something?"

"Sorry." He reached out and held her arm. "Are you doing well?"

"You mean we're stuck in a stupid forest? Oh, I'm fine." She looked around. They stood on a small clearing. "Why did you stop at all?"

He turned to her and looked at her sympathetically. "Very simple, you can decide for yourself what you want to do. So either, we are still running around here all night, risking that we would be hurt, or we'll spend the night here in the clearing."

Camille looked at him incredulously. "You're joking, right?"

"No, I don't. So what are you going to do?"

She thought. She didn't like both, but she had to admit that Logan was right. It would be really safer if they stayed here. She sighed. "OK. We are staying here."

"Good." He took his backpack from his back and began to look for something. After about a minute he pulled out the big bath towel and blanket. Camille saw him put the towel on the ground and the blanket next to it. "Well, it's not so comfortable, but it's going to fit."

Camille came over to him. She didn't care whether it was comfortable or not, she just wanted to rest.

A few minutes of silence prevailed. Then Logan said, "I'm sorry this happened. Believe me, if I had known that, I wouldn't have suggested that. I thought it would be fun."

Camille looked at him and said, "Don't worry, it's all right. I'm also sorry. I know you're just trying to help." She grimaced. "That doesn't change the fact that I'm hungry."

Logan suddenly began to laugh.

"What?," she asked, slightly annoyed.

"You sound like Carlos."

Camille crossed her arms. "Great. Shall I be glad or offended?"

Still laughing, Logan stood up and went to the backpack. "Catch," he called, throwing something at her. It turned out to be chocolate. "Not much, but it will be enough."

While she ate, she watched as he gathered sticks. After a while he came back to her.

"And what do you have now with the whole sticks and branches?"

"You will see." He threw the wood into a pile and went back to the backpack. There he pulled out a pack of matches. He went back and lit the wood. After he was sure that the fire wouldn't overlap, he sat down again.

"Oh God, that must be the worst date we've ever had," she said, looking around.

"What makes you think that?"

She looked at him with wide eyes. "We've got lost and are now sitting in this forest. It's dark, cold, and simply corrosive."

He smiled lightly and put an arm around her. "You have to see that from a different point of view. Look, we have a great bonfire, an exciting environment, the stars are above us, the moon shines and you are with me. What better doesn't exist."

"Well, so if you put it that way, you might be right."

He laughed, pulled her to him and kissed her. Then he asked, "Is it still so bad?"

"Yes. But it's worth it. You don't have such a date every day." Finally she laughed once. Logan grinned and lay down. The fire was warming meanwhile. Nevertheless he pulled her close to him and she put her head on his chest. "Do you think we'll get out of here tomorrow?"

"Clear. Don't worry. There are many people in this forest. We'll meet one tomorrow. Or we can get it out of here ourselves. Let's see. But now we should try to sleep anyway."

She nodded and kissed him. "Good night."

"Night," Logan said, closing his eyes.