AVA TROCELLI P.O.V
It was six p.m, by the time we made our way inside the forest with a duffel bag on our back. The skies had already darkened with thick and heavy wind gusting up quickly. It was clearly suggesting of upcoming thunderstorms in the forecast but Marcello was not ready to back out.
"I'm telling you, this is a very bad idea." I complained pulling the bag up on my shoulder.
"Let it be then." He stated making way inside that dark forest with a torch in his hand.
"Go and pick one stick for me." I told him and stood in the middle surrounding with tree branches and dirty leave.
"Do I look like a dog to you?" He stop and turned around raising his brows at me.
"And why the hell do you want a stick?"
I snorted at him crossing my arms around my chest. "Why Mr. Pro forest hiker
