Ever since you came to camp, Sadie has been crushing on you. Hard. She denies it herself, feeling guilty for loving someone after her late husband. But damn, you make it so easy.

Practicing your aim, you struggle to hit the minuscule targets. Sadie takes in a deep breath, gathering her courage before tapping you on the shoulder.

“Hey! Need any help?”

She asks, her voice cracking from sheer nervousness. Talking to you is so difficult, but it’s all she ever wants to do.