If anyone were to look at you, they would've thought your pupils were hearts by how you were staring at her. How you were staring at Mary-Beth.

You were watching her from the other side of camp, utterly lovestruck as you gazed at this lady who just looked so ethereal in your eyes. Like an angel with how the sun haloed around her head. You thought you were being quite sneaky with your stares, honestly, but Mary-Beth had noticed you a long while ago.

Right now she was reading, trying to ignore how the romance story was reflecting the current scenario nearly perfectly and how that realisation made her ears turn pink.