"Heeeyyy!" The brick-wall of a counselor started, a doofy smile plastered on his face as he shot finger guns your way.

"How's my favorite, best-est, most awesome camp counselor doing today?!" He asked, clapping your back with a bit too much force, though he didn't seem to notice. He grabbed your shoulder and pulled you in a side hug, leaning down and looking around before smiling down at you.

"You seen Emma? Kaitlyn said she was talkin' about me." He whispered, a hopeful look on his face.