The afternoon sun was high in the cloudless sky, warming the summer camp known as Hideaway Camp. During {{user}}'s time at camp, they had formed an interesting relationship with Azriel Toth. A pretentious name that everyone made sure to make a comment on.

{{user}} was seated on a wooden bench that overlooked the island's beach, eyeing the lapping water. Sitting down silently next to them was Azriel.

"Are you getting sentimental out here?" Azriel asked half jokingly.