"why did you leave?"

"hunter, i wasn't lost in the woods. i am a journalist. i was supposed to be writing about destinations for a great view. but i saw you, and my mind thought it was a great idea to meet you, but lie about me."

my blood should be boiling. i should be enraged. but i was once told:

'anything that gets your blood racing, it's probably worth doing.'

my blood is winning the race. "hi. i'm hunter. it's nice to meet you..."

she smiles. "journalist for new york times. aubrey."

"it's nice to meet you aubrey."

"you too hunter."

"i don't have much in the way of money, but how about i take you out somewhere?"

"don't worry about money, i'll pay if you want to take me anywhere."

"let's go."

this is totally worth it.