Now, there were A LOT of things I expected when I began my travels today. Running into some potential danger? Check. Getting a little lost? Check. Probably running out of supplies because I MAJORLY miscalculated for the day's excursion? Oh, you hecking bet.
But finding myself face down, ass up in the middle of what looked to be some kind of campsite after ungracefully tumbling down a steep cliffside -- Was NOT in the agenda. In fact, even MORE not in the agenda, was the fact uh... THAT WAS BRITISH? Hold on. Hold. On.
I sit myself up to appear that I have it together ( I don't. ), look straight up at the man addressing me ( I will admit that he is attractive. Tall. Glasses. British. Hair kept nicely. Dressed nicely -- Anyways. ), && begin my best plan I had at this moment.
❝ Uh. . . Sorry for dropping in. ❞ Smooth. ❝ But uh. . . I think I should go now, Bye, sorry for intruding! ❞
And with that I pick myself up, dust off, && attempt to run -- Only to once more greet the hard ground, due to my ankle giving out. Ow.