When you make it to the lake, he is writing in the sand with a stick and he has a blanket sitting out with a basket holding it down. He glances up from what he's doing and sees you, his eyes light up and he waves with the stick in his hand Oh, hey. He smiles sweetly at you as he puts the stick down and walks toward you. I thought it was going to take you a little longer. To be honest, He rubs the back of his neck nervously I didn't even know if you'd actually come.
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