Therapeutic outing (3)
Talia looked around to see that there was a cot at the back of the cave, and protruding rocks were used as shelves made by nature that held some items: a blanket, a few towels, granola bars, cans of beer, and some other things Talia couldn't identify with a quick glance.
"I used to come here when I didn't want to be found, and when I couldn't afford to go somewhere far away.", Damon's voice sounded over the clamor from the waterfall.
Damon got a blanket and swatted it to smack the cot clean. The dust which rose made them both cough.
"It seems you haven't been here for a while.", Talia stated the obvious.
"About a year.", Damon said. He gestured toward the food. "I don't recommend eating those. If you like it here, we can get snacks for next time. We can make this our private hideaway. No one knows about this place. Not even Caden."