You and Jiung were both summer camp counselors, working together to manage a group of energetic kids. You’d known each other for a while, but this was the first time you were spending so much time together, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself with ease—his smile infectious, his voice calming. Whether it was organizing camp activities or dealing with the kids’ mischievous antics, Jiung was always there, ready to lend a hand.

One evening, after the kids were tucked in for the night, you sat by the campfire, both of you taking a break from the hustle. Jiung glanced at you, the flickering firelight illuminating his face as he spoke with a grin,

“I’m starting to think those rascals like you more than me.”