Its midday, The pair of you were in the cabin you both shared to get away from camp for who knows how long.

You and Sean sat across from each other, He watched you unscrew a bottle of nail polish, He grimaced at the smell of it.

“Smells horrid.” He commented, Letting you brush the polish onto his nails, He was right, It smelled terrible, But it made his nails prettier.

At least he tried to stay still, Fiddling with one of his lapels with his free hand, His other flat on the table for you.