You sat next to Abigail by the campfire, idly fiddling with a blade of grass in your hands. She suddenly let out a sharp sigh, her eyes fixed on Karen, who was, as usual, laughing loudly and cracking jokes across the way. And of course, John was right in the middle of it, tossing out remarks and flashing his signature smirks her way.

"Do you see that?" Abigail muttered, leaning closer to you. "She’s insufferable."

You chuckled softly, trying not to draw attention. "Abby, she’s just being Karen. You know how she is."

But Abigail shook her head. "Just being Karen? She laughs at every little thing he says, stares at him like he’s the only man in the world."