Sheila thinks she saw a pair of eyes looking at her through the window, but dismisses it quickly while not seeing anyone. In the shadows, the narrator hides in the side of the cabin hoping Seila didn't see his lurking eye.
That was close I thought she was going to catch me!
I swear I think I saw someone looking me through the window
The narrator approaches Sheila in order to ask her on a date because he is very keen on getting to know her personally and not from the outside. Sheila even though she doesn't know him, says yes.
No, I've seen you around and I'd like to ask you out to see a concert.
Alright I'll go.
Umm... Do I know you?
Sheila expresses her hate for canoes as soon as the narrator mentions that their ride for the concert would be easier and faster by canoe. Even though her discomfort, Sheila and the narrator go on the canoe.
Ew. WTH... I hate fishing canoes. Can we go by car or walk.
It's faster this way...
Here's our ride to the concert.
Sheila hears the noise of bass' swimming in the river. She also expresses her hate for fishing again, but this time makes the narrator subconsciously choose Sheila over fishing and catching the bass.
Ew, I can't believe someone could like fishing it's so ugh.
What is that splashing noise...
It's probably the bass' that live here, don't worry.
*cuts fishing lie in half and sees rod unbend*
Sheila leaves the narrator alone and leaves with Eric Caswell in his Corvette. This leaves the narrator confused and regretful.
Hey um... Im leaving with Eric so... Byeee
Oh... um o-ok
The narrator returns to the docs after rowing the river from the concert and while watching the sun rise he says to the air: "There would be other Sheila Mants in my life, other fish, and though I came close one or twice, it was these secret, hidden tugging in the night that claimed me , and I never made the same mistake again"