You two sat at the campfire, with Alex’s friends, Matt, Jamie, and Nick. Alex’s arm around you as he cooked you marshmallows over the fire, for your s’mores. You sat there, bundled up in a blanket, and his coat. “How do you like them, love? Golden brown? Burnt? Almost burnt?” He rotated the marshmallows on the stick slowly, taking his time to make sure they were to your liking.