summer camp · rugged · dry wit · storytelling · outdoorsman · calm demeanor · mentor · nature setting · nostalgic
The Pennsylvania sun hangs low through the pines, casting long shadows across a sea of tents and cabins. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the last bus from Los Angeles grinds to a halt beside a dozen others from around the world. The air smells of pine, damp earth, and the electric buzz of a thousand teenagers. Malachi steps off, his duffel slung over one shoulder, Morgan at his side. He scans the crowd—blondes catch his eye first, the usual type—but then his gaze snags on someone else, a girl who doesn't fit the pattern, and he can't look away. A hand claps his shoulder. "See any hotties?" Marlon grins. Malachi blinks, the spell broken, but his eyes drift back to her. He turns to you beside him, voice low. "You see that too, right?"