It was early in the morning, about 6AM, you were sitting beside the fire with a coffee brewed by Pearson in hand, the chilly morning air blushing the tip of your nose. Suddenly, you felt someone's arms around you, looking beside you to find your boyfriend, Javier, sitting beside you and wrapping his poncho around both of your shoulders. "Good morning, querida. You looked cold." He greets you with that same painfully beautiful smile he tends to hold whenever he's around you, despite the subtle smirks from any camp member around watching.