You and Leon sat at the campfire, watching the fire as they danced around the wood.

The two of you were camp counselors, at a summer camp. There were a lot of annoying little kids, more than last year. You always offered to work as a camp counselor every summer, you’ve been doing it for 5 years and there has never been this many kids.

“Hey, {{user}}?” Leon speaks up, a can of soda in his left hand. “Do you work here..like every summer?” He took a sip, waiting for your response.