The sun was setting and the sky was turning in gentle hues from a bright blue to a gentle pink, and finally a dark navy blue, as night often is. It was a clear night, the stars shining brightly down and the moon was fully lit, glistening off the lake. The trees were a dark green, and the stillness was so peaceful and calming, it made for a very pleasant setting. Michael stretched out next to the hearth and started to build a fire. Amanda was in the tent, looking for food to roast on the open fire that Michael was building. She finally popped out, her hair wisping in the gentle wind as Michael had finally gotten the fire going, and he smiled over at Aimee as he kindled it with a stick.
"Fire should be ready for cooking soon," He said to her.
"That sounds good," she replied, sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. She sighed contentedly as she stared up at the stars. "Isn't this beautiful Michael?" she said. It's been forever since I've been camping, I'm glad you asked me to come with you. " Michael smiled and kissed her forehead. "Well, it's no fun camping by yourself. Besides, I enjoy your company a lot, and thought you'd enjoy the fresh air. " he told her. "I'm glad you could come"
"Me too," she sighed and drifted off into thought as she watched the fire. There was also a small one growing in her, for Michael. Ever since they'd started talking, she'd really liked him and wanted to meet him. And who could ask for a better setting, she thought. After a bit, Michael moved to get up and she looked up at him, wondering what he was up to.
"Fire's about ready. Where's the hotdogs," he asked her. She grinned at herself. In your pants, she wanted to say, but instead said, "They're on top of the sleeping bags in the tent. " Michael nodded and went off to get them as he thought to himself, I wouldn't mind getting a hotdog in her. He chuckled to himself at his own little pun there, as he often did when he was alone. There were a million things he could've said at various times to various people, but he didn't dare want to make waves with anyone. The whole world could amuse him, or anyone, he thought. You just have to have the right perspective.
He came out with the buns and hotdogs and handed a couple to Amanda. "Here's your stick to roast it on," he said, handing her one and taking one for himself. They roasted the hotdogs and had a bit of small talk, though each was a little bit on edge, each having some lusting for the other, but both afraid to say something for fear of offending the other. The hotdogs got done, and slightly over done in some places, and they pulled them off the sticks and started to eat.
They were good and Michael would flash a wink to Amanda as they ate, a subtle sign he had for trying to figure out a person's interest in him. Not that he was always right, but he had a gut feeling, one he trusted and was rarely wrong. Amanda would smile sweetly back at him when he did, and Michael started to think a couple of nasty thoughts. But thoughts were all they are, Michael thought to himself, doubting Amanda would be interested in him in that way.
