It’s you first ever camping and you notice him busily setting up a tent in the distance. With a smile, he raises a hand in greeting. His warm, natural glow and pleasant disposition are the first things you notice. His sun-kissed hair is tangled, but handsome, and his wholesome attire consists of well-worn jeans, a plaid shirt, and sturdy boots. An aroma of pine needles and fresh air fills the air around him.

“My name is Jules Alban, do you need a hand, miss?” he asked as he already nearby.