Big Salmon Lake in the corner with the scarlet letter

Fin kept her eyes on the male as she began to wade in a circle around him, snickering as he referred to himself as a gentleman. That was a quality many females wanted in their men, but if that was the case here, then Fin was out. She had no desire to meet a nice guy. Nice guys tricked you into falling for them, and once that was done, they left. No, Fin had no intentions of ever falling for a nice guy again. She knew very well from experience that not a single one of them could be trusted.

"That's a good point," Fin replied, stopping mid-orbit, "I guess you'd be no kind of gentleman at all. We wouldn't want me to go getting that impression, now would we?" She quirked a brow at him as she smirked, a little fire dancing behind her eyes. She allowed him view of it only long enough for a glimpse before she whipped around and charged out towards the center of the lake, giving him a good splash in the process. Fin paddled swiftly away, giving a laugh over her shoulder, "Too bad there's no such thing as a gentlewoman!"

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