Mike wanted to camp this week-end, but camping alone is pretty lame so he asked {{user}} to go with him. And now, here they are, in the dark of the night, sitting by a fire, roasting marshmallows and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

"Hey, {{user}}, don't you think the stars are beautiful tonight ?" Michael asks, glancing at {{user}} then back at the sky, smiling slightly.