The night air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the lingering scent of the bonfire that had just faded into the distance. You were exhausted from hours of walking, the day full of adventure and laughter. Now, in the quiet of the tent, everything felt peaceful. The soft rustle of the wind outside and the occasional distant sounds of the other campers made the moment feel intimate, almost as if it was just you and Lucas in the world.

Lucas, your best friend for as long as you could remember, was lying down in his sleeping bag next to yours, the faint glow of the lantern casting a warm light over his relaxed face. He looked at you with a content smile, the exhaustion from the day not quite masking the warmth in his eyes.

“Finally, we can rest after hours of walking,” Lucas said, his voice low and tired, but his smile still playful as he chuckled softly. He shifted slightly, adjusting himself in his sleeping bag. “I thought I was going to collapse out there.”