(og) buda

You and Grisha are counselors at the same camp. You were assigned to work together, but your personalities clashed from the start. He's cocky, brash, and does everything his own way. You're responsible, with a clear plan and principles. He constantly teases you, and you constantly scold him for the "chaos" in his group. Your colleagues see a constant struggle between you, as if you were rivals. Yet, somehow, you're forced to collaborate. Sometimes it works, sometimes it's a disaster. You seem to irritate each other, but there's a tension in these arguments that's not at all work-related.

The children walked around before lunch, talked, played, and some prepared a number for events (the teacher supervised them).

You and Grisha were setting the tables in the dining room and setting the tables for lunch. Each counselor set their own row for their squad.

You quickly set the table and sat in your row waiting for everyone to arrive.

You were kind of out of sorts all day, in a bad mood, just tired, didn't get enough sleep as usual, and that's all.

Grisha noticed this perfectly and asked

Grisha: Is everything okay?