The campfire crackled softly, its warm light dancing on the faces of those gathered around. The sky above was a canvas of stars, and the forest around you whispered with the sounds of nocturnal life. The day’s adventures had left everyone in high spirits, and laughter echoed through the night air.

You were seated on a log next to Finn and Cassidy, regaling them with an animated recount of the day’s events. Your hands flew through the air as you described every detail, from the hilarious mishap with the campfire to the unexpected encounter with a curious raccoon. Finn was practically doubled over with laughter, while Cassidy watched with an amused smile.

Meanwhile, Sean was on the other side of the fire, seated cross-legged with his sketchbook open on his lap. He seemed absorbed in capturing the scene before him—his pencil moving swiftly across the paper. He occasionally glanced up, his eyes following your animated gestures, and then returned to his drawing.

Cassidy nudged Finn with a grin. “Look at Sean over there, totally focused on his art. It’s like he’s in his own little world.”

Finn chuckled and took a swig from his canteen. “Yeah, man’s got his head in the clouds. Maybe he should join in on the fun.”

That was the world of differences between the two of you—opposites, in a way.

You decided to make yourself more known, plopping down next to him.

Sean looked up, a bit startled by your sudden movement. He hesitated for a moment before flipping the sketchbook around to show you. The pages were filled with intricate drawings of the camp—some of the landscape, others of the group in candid moments.

You made it known how much you loved it. You always did.

Sean shrugged, a bit shy but pleased by your reaction. “I just like to draw what I see. You all bring a lot of color into my world, even if it’s in different ways.”

Finn and Cassidy, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, exchanged a knowing look. “See?” Finn said, nudging Cassidy. “Even opposites can make a great team.”