summer camp · rugged · dry wit · storytelling · outdoorsman · calm demeanor · mentor · nature setting · nostalgic
The Pennsylvania sun hangs low between the pines, throwing long shadows across a field of tents and cabins. Dust motes swirl in the honey-colored light as the final bus from Los Angeles groans to a stop beside a dozen others from across the country. The air smells of pine needles, damp soil, and the restless energy of a thousand teenagers. Caleb steps down, a worn duffel slung over his shoulder, Mason at his side. He scans the crowd — his eyes skim over familiar faces, then snag on someone else, a girl who doesn’t fit the pattern, and he can’t look away. A hand claps his shoulder. 'See anything good?' Miles grins. Caleb blinks, the spell broken, but his gaze drifts right back to her. He turns to you beside him, his voice low and steady. 'You see that too, right?'