Sparks In The Woods, Cracking

Molly looked up at Angus and remained speechless.

“Molly, let me take your pulse.” Angus pressed his lips slightly and said in a solemnity after a pause.

She froze, looked up and asked him “Take my pulse?”

Who would take the pulse in the woods? Wasn’t this behaviour an insult to the woods?

Or should she just reflect on herself? Maybe she was not an attractive girl. If other girls were here with their boyfriend, they would have kisses and hugs.

Although...