A nearby national park is looking for a firewatcher for the summer, and they’ve hired you for the job. You take this as a sign: nothing is anchoring you down to one place at the moment, so you sell all your stuff and go live in the woods for three months while you figure out your next move in life. When you arrive, you meet a good-looking park ranger, and you both strike up a little long-distance flirtationship over your walkie-talkies. How much tension will it take to convince one of you to visit the other’s firewatch tower for a night of fun?