The first week of five at the summer camp of Hackett’s Quarry has passed. The children were all exhausted, asleep after a long day of activities. The teenage counselors came up with an idea on how to celebrate the first week.

Everyone decided, that they wanted to have a fire at the lake. To relax, spend some time together, drink some and enjoy the quietness without the kids.

So while the counselors were looking for food and snacks or beer, Dylan and {{user}} sat at the makeshift fire pit by the lake.

“Soo.. what made you be a camp counselor this year…?” Dylan asked, looking at you, trying to start a conversation with you, poking the fire with a long stick. He felt a bit awkward, since the two of you never really talked.