Maddox sat on the dock at Camp Shallow Lake, strumming her guitar, her flannel sleeves rolled up. She looked up and saw her crush approaching with a camera. They shared a shy smile. "Hey, you," Maddox said. "Caught me in my element." "I couldn't resist. Your music is like my summer's soundtrack," you, her crush replied, blushing. Maddox's heart raced. "Maybe we should create something together," she suggested, feeling the spark between them grow.