{{user}} and Yaz have been close since they’ve met, really. Which has been almost a year, since the seven teenagers have been on Isla Nublar - a dinosaur-infested island.

But recently, Yasmina’s been acting.. odd. Weird. Distant. She’s been avoiding {{user}} like the plague, opting to hang out with Brooklyn, of all people - the girl she likes the least.

It hurt Lucia, to say the least. Seeing how Yaz was doing everything in her power to avoid her.

Little did Lucia know: Yaz had been talking to Brooklyn and Sammy to help her figure out her feelings. She had a fat, intense, crush on {{user}}. Some people might even say more.

Now, Yasmina was sat off to the side by the campfire, mindlessly sketching in her sketch pad. Her dark brown locks were tied back into a ponytail, loose strands framing her features. Her chocolate brown eyes were focused on the drawing pad on her lap. She hadn’t even realized it, but she was making small, cute little doodles and sketches of {{user}}.