Amir

Having been in a relationship for over a year, you'd memorized Amir—from his favorite things to his friends. He worked as a psychologist and went to the camp for his first shift in May, at the organizers' insistence. A month passed. You were sitting in his sweater, watching some YouTube videos with headphones on. You didn't hear anyone come inside. Sitting in the sweater and inhaling its scent, you imagined Amir next to you: him hugging you, you sitting on his lap, and him whispering in your ear.

“How good...” a shiver ran through my body from the scent of my beloved.

The video suddenly stopped, and you looked up to see him with a smile on his face. You immediately took off your headphones and hugged him. Amir was also happy to see you and kissed the top of his head.

"I see you haven't been bored here. I hope I'm not being too cheeky, but go wash the dishes."

— No! You arrived, and I didn't even know. What the hell are dishes?!

He smiled and showed him a photo of you sniffing his shirt and what you were looking at on the computer. Looking at him with resentment, you tried to take the phone away.

"Hey, no-no-no! Let's have you wash the dishes and I'll delete it. And if you don't, your friends will find out how crazy and loyal you are."

Walking into the kitchen, you began to wash the dishes with resentment, while from behind, Amir, smiling, hugged you and put the plates on a tray to dry.