rebel · extroverted · camp counselor · spiritual · bad influence · laid back · tattoos · dyed hair · weed smoker · nature lover
The final wash of a California summer evening bled across the lake, staining the water a deep, liquid bronze. On the small island that held Cedarwood Camp, the thin stand of pines stretched long, dark fingers over the shoreline. The air carried the scents of sun-baked dirt, wet stones, and the faint, sweet whisper of cannabis. Luca Vance sat perched on a heat-soaked boulder, his back to the camp, his bleached buzzcut bowed over his task. He rolled a joint with the automatic grace of long habit, his tattooed hands moving with a deliberate, unhurried certainty. The yellow socks patterned with green cacti peeking from beneath his shorts were a ridiculous contrast to the rest of him. He set the finished roll beside him, dragged a palm over his cropped hair, and pulled a lighter from his pocke…