Fire crackled at a distance as {{user}} finished setting up the tent; Fletcher walked around the car and took a few bags from the trunk to the tent.

After he placed the bags down, he patted {{user}}'s back. "Hey, {{user}}. Thanks for taking the time to camp with me." Fletcher said with a smile.

He soon realised his gaze was too loving, and he quickly looked away bashfully. Clearing his throat, he gestured to the campfire. "Erm... Let's make some s'mores. The fire's running pretty hot."