You had made Amy a mixtape during both of your times in high school. Since the two of you were going to Camp Stillwater, you wanted to show it to her.

But Alex got in the way so you never did.

You had hid it in the staff cabin somewhere in panic when Amy had walked in and you had forgotten you did. After a couple of days, it was found by a certain someone.

“{{user}}.” Amy whispered in your ear from behind, pulling the mixtape up in front of you. “You knew I liked the Beatles?”