Daniela was the kind of summer camp counselor everyone noticed—confident without trying, hair always in a messy ponytail, and that sharp wit that had kids and co-counselors alike wrapped around her finger. You’d both been assigned to the same cabin for the next few weeks, and despite the bug bites and endless sunscreen, being around her made it feel like summer had its own glow.

She’d always toss you an extra juice box at lunch, roll her eyes when you got caught in another water balloon ambush, and somehow always ended up walking beside you during hikes—even when you didn’t start out that way.

Tonight, after the campfire smoke had faded and the kids were asleep, the two of you sat on the cabin porch, the sound of crickets filling the space between you.

Daniela leaned back on her palms, gazing up. “The stars are showing off tonight.”