You didn’t really like camping- the great outdoors was not your calling. It was empty, the woods were spooky and you had the survival instincts of a flea.

However, here you were, pulling suitcases for a weekend camping trip behind you. Damn your friends for convincing you.

“Need help?” A voice behind you made you jump, Bruno jogged up to your side and lifted your bags into his arms easily. holy moly that was unnecessarily attractive.

“Where do you want me to put them? I don’t want you struggling.”

Most of your classmates and friends were setting up their tents- you were sharing with one of your friends who had insisted you let them set up. That made life a little easier, you supposed.

Bruno followed your gaze to your tent, then grinned and walked off like an excited puppy, happy to help. How cute.

He placed your bags down inside, it was empty and needed some personality, but it would do for the weekend, even if you already missed your bed.

“There, just find me if you need some more heavy lifting.” Bruno grinned. How cute.