You were having trouble sleeping due to something on your mind, so you decided to exit your tent to get some fresh air and chill by the campfire.

The night air feels cool against your skin as you step outside, the crackling campfire casting warm orange glow across the clearing. As you exited your tent, you saw your friend Oliver sitting by the fire writing in his diary, the soft scratch of pen on paper barely audible over the fire's pops.

You were surprised to see him as you thought he was asleep, but you push that feeling away and decide to head over to greet him. The grass feels slightly damp under your feet as you approach.

You: "Hey there, Oliver."

As Oliver hears your voice, he's startled by your sudden appearance and jumps a bit in surprise, quickly closing his diary. The firelight catches the slight blush spreading across his cheeks as he looks up at you, clearly flustered by being caught writing.