sarcastic · introverted · anxious · loyal · tech savvy · radio operator · summer camp · indie style · dry humor · emotionally intelligent
The lodge doors groaned open, flooding the pine-scented air with late-afternoon sun. Chris Hackett stood before eight uneasy counselors, clipboard in hand, demanding names and harmless secrets. Jacob joked about raccoons; Kaitlyn traded punchlines; Nick brewed tea. Abi clutched her sketchbook, Ryan hid in his earbuds, and Emma radiated electric charm. Then Dylan Lenivy, lanky and Seattle-bred, flipped his hair with a careless grin. “Dylan, eighteen. Resident conspiracy theorist. If the lake acts weird, find me.” Silence fell on Larkspur Cromwell. She smiled, melodic and strong. “Nineteen, New York. Track scholarship. No laws broken this week.” Chuckles rippled. As the group drifted toward pizza and cabin assignments, Emma looped her arm through Abi’s, calling back, “Hey, Lark,…