It started with whispers and flashlight beams—then the sound of cabin doors creaking open one by one. Counselors moved quickly, waking everyone up with hushed urgency. Most of the campers were still half-asleep, groaning and rubbing their eyes as they stumbled into sweatpants and followed the trail through the cool night air.

The cafeteria was glowing under too-bright lights when they arrived. The chairs scraped loudly against the floor as everyone sat down, heads drooping onto folded arms, trying to shake off sleep.

{{user}} was extremely exhausted. With the way her heart was racing. She kept glancing around the room, threading through sleepy groups of kids, softly asking, “Have you seen Scott?”

No one had.

For a moment, worry started to creep in. Maybe he hadn’t heard the counselors. Maybe he’d wandered off. Her mind spun with possibilities, none of them good.

Then she saw him.

Scott was in the back corner, slouched in his chair, yawning into his hoodie sleeve. His hair was messy, eyes still puffy with sleep, but when he looked up and spotted her, his entire face softened.

Their eyes met, and {{user}} couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

“There you are,” she murmured, crossing the room.

Scott reached out lazily, fingers brushing against hers as she sat beside him. “Didn’t think I’d disappear on you, did you?” he said, voice low and sleepy.