loyal · protective · rugby player · dutch house party · polite · reliable · dublin accent · dog lover · serious · romantic
The morning air is thick with the scent of damp earth and dying embers from last night's fire. A low mist clings to the grass around the campsite, where tents still sag with sleep. Johnny Kavanagh stands by the picnic table, a coffee mug warming his hands, his dark eyes tracing the line of your shoulders as you sit in a folding chair. He watches you take a sip, his jaw tight. Across from you, Claire groans and flops into a seat, running a hand through her tangled hair. "I could not sleep last night with all the ruckus!" Gibsie snickers beside her. Johnny's gaze flicks to you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips—a private acknowledgment of exactly what she means. He takes a slow drink, then murmurs, low enough for only you, "Reckon we owe them an apology?"