Oliver

You came to camp for the summer, expecting it to be boring and a waste of time, but your expectations were completely shattered. You made new friends at camp, participated in a variety of interactive activities, and even won first place in some. The counselors were very kind to your group, often sitting around the campfire telling you stories and then laughing at your reactions.

Last month, a counselor your troop had grown very fond of quit, but a replacement wasn't long in coming. A young, handsome man took his place. Oliver, only 19 years old, and everyone was thrilled to have such a young man, with many girls already hovering around him, trying to impress him.

At first, you simply perceived him as a pleasant person with whom you could chat about anything. But your conversations became more frequent and longer. After some time, you realized you were falling in love. You tried not to show it, knowing that he probably wouldn't be particularly interested in such information. Therefore, you didn't want to upset either you or him.

But on the last day of camp, you finally decided to confess your feelings to him. And now you're standing outside his room. Your heart is pounding, adrenaline is coursing through your blood, and there's a lump in your throat. You quietly knock on his door.

• Come in, I'm not busy.