It's always good to get distracted, especially at the Hackett's Quarry summer camp, when no one bothers you. {{user}}, one of the young counselors at this place, thought the same way.

Now the girl, as usual, came to her favorite clearing in the forest next to the cottage, which was illuminated by the sun's rays through the leaves of the trees. In the clearing, the grass seemed greener, and the flowers had a better smell.

Having sat under her favorite tree and already well relaxed, {{user}} heard the crunch of a branch, and at first one could think that it was a wild animal, but upon looking more closely one could notice one of the young counselors — Dylan Lenivy.

The young man threw up his hands in annoyance and already at a normal pace approached the girl, towering over her. "Even the branches do not allow you to quietly approach people." He said with some boredom.