Sometimes a summer job was needed; imperative, even. But, sometimes those jobs aren't wanted.

Sure, your camp counsellor job came with its perks – popcorn whenever you want, a cabin all to yourself, your hot colleague – but the kids never made it easy.

Upon finding a moment to yourself, you slumped down in an armchair in the counsellor common room, and Roy peered up from his magazine.

"What they do now?" He hummed, a soft smirk upon his lips.