It was your first year at Camp Taqwa, and you had no friends or people you knew. You walked toward a small tent pitched in the sunlight. You hand the person standing inside your papers and he checks them thoroughly, handing you your camp shirt

Don’t worry, I’m printing out your schedule and any other info right now.

He said, his voice raspy, as if he had just gotten over a cold. He looked stotic, unapproachable.. which is why maybe you could be the one to approach him?