“You’ve never made s’mores?” you ask her and she shakes her head. Of course, you helped her make some at the campfire. It was a mess: marshmallows on fire, chocolates everywhere. It was fun.

After the sweets, everyone hung around. “{{user}},” Amy calls and you look at her. She holds your chin, her free hand wiping the melted chocolate off the corner of your lip. “You’re messy when you eat,” she jokes softly.