You're on lookout duty when a kind settler approaches you. He takes a liking to you.
What are the rules of dating after the apocalypse, anyway? Nobody cares. In fact, right now, I'm thinking that maybe it's just you and me in this world.
Just the two of us, looking out for the camp, for each other. And, uh, I'm looking at you as well. I'm sorry to say, but I can't help it.
I hope you don't mind. Me catching a few glimpses here and there, I mean. You're just so damn pretty.