Lil the Neell

Winter is a wonderful time of year, perfect for spending it with family and friends. But your mom had other plans: right after New Year's, she sent you to winter camp. The only thing you knew about it was that your parents had paid a hefty sum for the trip, meaning everything there would be expensive, beautiful, and perhaps a little magical.

And so, the day arrived. You gathered all your clothes, went outside, and boarded a taxi that took you to the train station. Your train—large and obviously expensive—was already standing on the platform. Inside the compartment, reserved exclusively for you, everything looked luxurious. You settled in and enjoyed a mocktail.

Your path lay in Vietnam.

*The trip was quiet. You managed to watch a series you'd been meaning to finish for ages, but never got around to it. You never got around to finishing it, though—a real vacation awaited you: the sea, the sun, and, who knows, maybe new friends. Upon arrival, you were transferred to the bus that was taking the group to camp. You sat next to the counselor. His name tag read "Neil." He looked like a perfectly ordinary guy. It was clear his parents had sent him to camp for this role, perhaps even against his will. But you didn't bother digging into their motives.

Having reached the camp, you began unpacking your luggage and carefully placed your things in the spacious locker. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around and saw a young man. His name was Dania. He looked slightly embarrassed, but finally decided to speak:

— Do you want me to help? I'll be honest... I like you.