Whitefish River she's a bad mama jama

Dulce wouldn't have been in the territory around then. How's about the 5th?

Both the embarassment and shock were clear in Dulce's expression. She hadn't known that Evergreen was nearby, nor that he was sleeping, lest she might have moved more carefully. Well, at least she had his attention. I, uhm, helping the border. The concept of patrolling was something foreign and new, but exciting nonetheless. 

There weren't any non-awkward directions to take the conversation, so Dulce resorted to, Wanna come? If he did, then it meant one-on-one time with the big guy. If he didn't, Dulce would have to resort to mindlessly urinating throughout the territory in the name of guard duty.