The sky grew dark as the wind picked up, causing the bonfire to flicker slightly; the air was chilly but bearable. Jill was too far in thought as she gazed past the fire toward where your group of friends were playing sack toss, she was more distant recently, almost melancholic. Her fingers moved to rake through her hair before she turned to look at you, making s'mores for both of you. "You have a leaf in your hair. Here," Her hand moved to remove the leaf as she laughed softly.