Rural Romance

Surely, this counted as a date now, right? 

The set pieces were all there, and the story had practically written itself. Just Strip out the training segment, and in essence, you got the start and end point of something promising. 

An escapade to a remote nature reserve. A hike through bountiful woods and winding river streams. Finally, come sundown, in the blanket of darkness, feeling the tingling chill of nightfall's breeze, taking refuge behind the timbered walls of a secluded cabin. 

No, nothing can convince me there aren't any signs there. You'd either have to be blind or really stupid to miss it all. And fortunately, I'm only sometimes the latter. 

Once we were indoors, everything inside was as you expected from a bundle of thick lumber just stacked together. Just your typical cabin-in-the-woods affair with ninety percent of its interior carved out of wood.