mexico had a lot to offer: fact. mexico was a beautiful environment: fact. rowan enjoyed exploring: fact. three things that when correlated together, at the right time with the right person who also enjoyed the thought of spending time trekking through los cabos’ heat and up to cliffs where salt spray couldn’t harm you, meant that you could certainly be in for an interesting evening. one-on-one was a situation in which rowan thrived, so jason’s acceptance of her offer to see a less ‘cliché’ side of the country made the blonde ecstatic, somewhat. heat burning down the nape of her neck, sunglasses slip down her nose due to sweat for the third time. a heavy sigh comes, though combined with the large aviators and the blue baseball cap there’s no way that the scowl on her face can be seen to the naked eye. tennis shoes hitting rocks upon rocks upon mud, a hand reaches out to grasp at a sturdy tree branch, water bottle connected to a belt loop thwacking her on pale thighs with every movement. “something about this heat makes me miss the san diego sun,” she comments; hiking was a favoured past time there too. “are you alright there jason? if you need to take a break, the view is pretty great and there’s plenty of shade.” inside her organs scream that it is truly her who wishes to pause, for he is probably fine with the entire situation, but hindering him with her problems and shortness of breath isn’t something that rowan is interested in doing // @jvsns
