today was the first day of summer camp. your parents had forced you to counsel at the summer camp they sent your little sister too.

you get out of your bunk early in the morning to set up a couple craft tables alone, until a soft but manly voice speaks up.

let me help you with that.

looking up surprised you see another counselor around your age, an attractive one too. he smiled and silently helped you lay out a couple paintbrushes and watercolor paints on the table.