Matt trudged through the trees, the underbrush grabbing and scratching his best dress shoes. AJ rode draped on Matt’s back, her evening gown hiked up to her thighs and her bare feet dangling, scratched and bruised. She rested her chin on Matt’s shoulder and asked, “Do you know what today is?”
“It’s the anniversary of the first time we ever met,” Matt said as he careful maneuvered around the saplings that were growing on the path. “You want to do what we did last time we celebrated this anniversary?”
“Find Charlie and beat him up?” AJ whispered with sadistic glee.