Bungling Botany and Other Beige Flags
Love is an invasive species.
This was a 100-word Microfiction competition piece. Required elements were Romantic Comedy that included changing the subject, and used the word vail.
"Didn't getcha with that bear spray, did I?" The ranger holstered her canister and tiptoed towards him through the brambles like an REI cover girl.
"No, thanks. I just need a minute." Breathe, man.
"Sure." She drew her pocketknife, kneeling to free his sneaker.
"So, do you eat dinner?" he joked, in his mock "Members Only" voice.
She paused, cheeks reddening. "Let's get you out of this thicket first?"
He bowed, vailing his baseball cap flamboyantly.
"What are you doing out here, anyway?" she said, rising.
"... Foraging?"
She laughed. "Aww. But this is all toxic."
"Touché. We should dine out."