Those men had come for leisure, not trouble. When laying eyes on the stunning Raegan, they attempted to flirt with her. But they harbored no ill intents.

One relented first, saying, “Easy, miss. No offense intended."

As he coaxed his friend away, he reassured Raegan, "All clear. You can go."

However, the man halting in Raegan's track lingered, his eyes fixating on Raegan.

With a few steps forward, Raegan noticed his gaze still following her.

After a while, Raegan spotted Mitchel propped against a tree, stealing glances at her as she descended.

Avoiding any interaction, Raegan opted to tread further down and settled in the shade, anticipating Bryce's arrival.

The midday sun scorched the hillside, igniting a thirst within Raegan.

Unfortunately, the only water bottle was gone.

The prospect of enduring two days under such conditions seemed daunting, especially under the assumption that Bryce would deny her water, unless she conceded defeat.

As Mitchel made his descent, Raegan shut her eyes, subscribing to the mantra “out of sight, out of mind”.

Yet, as he walked by, a scent she knew all too well wafted toward her.

The sound of something striking the ground prompted Raegan to open her eyes. Mitchel had left a water bottle behind.

She puzzled over why she'd never before considered his Littering impolite.

The bottle, caught in a sunbeam, seemed to have water rippling inside.

Skeptical, Raegan blinked hard, only to confirm it was indeed half- full.

Frozen in place for minutes, her resistance finally crumbled, and she moved toward the bottle.

Upon retrieving it, Raegan's expression was a mix of relief and confusion.

She consoled herself with the thought that Mitchel was as fit as a fiddle.

The sun's rays made the water glisten, tempting her parched throat.