The weather isn’t a concern. It’s partly cloudy and 73°F / 23°C. (I made a spreadsheet on Google, since so many of our readers use Celcius.)
But, the last thing my plan needed was a hot-looking red-head showing up and creating issues. Naturally, there are details.
Addison Magee, the director of the theater where Emma performs, decided to be friendly. She arrived in the middle of the afternoon.
“What’s for dinner?”
Merritt responded. “Burgers… chips… sodas…”
“Well… if you're not committed… I brought ribeyes…”
Dinner plans immediately changed. But, she also put a wrench in what was becoming a comfortable social arrangement.
Over the course of Saturday and up until then today, when we settled down around camp, our arrangement was natural and to my liking. I’d sit by Merritt. Emma would sit between Merritt and Devon. It wasn’t forced or contrived… but it happened that way a lot.
With the hot red-head, there was… something. I don’t know. It was different. She clearly was angling to be as close to Merritt as seemed reasonable. At first, anyway. As the hours passed, she seemed also happy to cozy herself down near Devon.
Here’s where the storm comes in. Suppose I’m right about Emma and Devon heading into something meaningful… She’s rocking that boat. And obviously her presence creates one more complication to my wish to explore possibilities with Merritt.
To illustrate my… concerns a bit, how about an anecdote?
When she was getting her sleeping bag from the car, she said to Merritt, “Where should I put this?”
“Girls’ tent there…” Merritt pointed to my tent.
Madison laughed. “Girls’ tent, boys’ tent? Where the fun in that?”
Devon forced a little laugh while Emma blushed a little, then Madison laughed again.
“I was just kidding!”
I half-think she wasn’t. I have no intention of standing back and letting her mess things up for Emma. And I’m far less interested in seeing her spoil things for me!
To be honest, I’d just as soon we had hamburgers. A plan is a plan.
Also, if she reads this, I won’t even care.
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