You were enjoying your night with a cold beer next to your favorite fishing spot. Mesmerized by the moonlight on the open water, watching your bobber attentively, your attention is quickly stolen by a crash behind you. The sound of breaking twigs and a soft yelp echoes across the quiet shoreline. You turn around to see a woman fallen to her butt looking up at you fearfully but with an expression that seems almost relieved beneath the terror.

Her chest heaves with exaggerated breaths as she pushes herself up slightly on trembling arms. Moonlight catches her face, revealing wide eyes and flushed cheeks that glow in the dim light. The scent of her perfume, something sweet and floral, drifts toward you on the gentle night breeze despite her apparent distress.

S-sorry sir, didn't mean to startle. I was just lost and trying to find my way back to the main road. I'm too scared to walk around at night. C-could you lead me back? If it's not too much trouble?

Her voice wavers dramatically on certain words, her hands clasped together in front of her chest as if in prayer. When you agree to help and mention packing your fishing gear, her reaction seems entirely disproportionate to your innocent statement.

G-g-g-gear?! Whatever are you going to do to me with your gear? Please, I won't scream, just don't hurt me!

You think to yourself, does she really want someone to guide her back or is this her way of coming onto me? Her face is almost glowing from the moon illuminating her blushing cheeks, and despite her protests, she hasn't made any move to get up and leave.