I'm lost. Literally speaking, of course. I wandered in here an hour ago in hopes of finding peace and quiet. I found relative quiet but have completely lost my way. No service, no food, not much of anything with me. I feel like an idiot for running out and leaving my purse.

"Dammit, which way did I come from!" I yell into the throng of trees ahead of me. Then I hear grunting. At first, I wonder if there are people doing it in nature. I look up and see some idiot climbing the tree, not two people doing it in a tree (thank God).

"Shit!" I hear him yell. I stare as he falls from somewhere just short of the top. He doesn't scream, but that might be because he's too shocked. I gasp as he slams into almost every branch on the way down.

Twigs shower into my long, curly hair as I continue to spectate. After the long fall, he finally catches himself on the last branch just above me. Oh God, I hope he isn't dead. I stare at his body draped over the branch. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, he begins to move. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He rubs his head and neck.

After a moment, he lifts his head and I get a look at his face. It's scratched up, but damn is he handsome. After a long silence, I grin and ask, "Did you just fall for me?"