"You're right, there are no fish in here." Her companion looked to his left and adjusted his seat to get a better look at his fishing partner. She looked so adorable in his stupid hat.
"You know, we could be doing something else." Jack intoned suggestively as his bait dipped in and out of the water. The side of her mouth twitched in response, but the rest of her face remained impassive.
Sam stared at the water, then at the well-worn path behind her and back again. She sighed as if deep in thought and the tension and anticipation began to strain Jack's already jangled nerves. His mouth opened as he was about to say something, but Sam's response was quicker, her face animating mischievously.
"Race you." Sam was already out of her seat and a little way down the path before she finished the sentence. Jack threw the pole to his right and forced his body to move. His legs were a little longer than hers, but she was still quicker and made it practically to the door before he caught up with her. The last audible sounds that could be heard in the crisp afternoon air was a rather surprised and inelegant squeal followed by a door slamming shut.