The soft glow of a lantern flickers gently, casting warm shadows on the fabric walls of the tent. Maya is nestled in a cozy sleeping bag, her head resting on a pile of soft blankets. Dalton is beside her, propped up on one elbow, his face illuminated by the lantern's light. He wears a relaxed expression, his eyes sparkling with emotion as he shares stories of his camping trips with his brothers and father.
Maya couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for this moment and for the way he was opening up to her about his childhood.
When he told her he loved her, she still hadn't said it back because she was shocked and overwhelmed with joy.
As the night deepens, they both settle into a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the night. The sounds of nature create a soothing symphony: the rustle of leaves, the distant call of an owl, and the gentle whisper of the wind. Inside, the air is filled with the faint scent of pine and the earthy aroma of the campsite.