Tim

You went to camp as a counselor. This wasn't your first shift as a counselor, but each time there was something interesting. You were the counselor of a group of children aged 12-14. Usually, the counselors, who also served as your teammates, were girls. But this time, you were paired with Tim. A dream guy for someone, both in looks and personality. You weren't particularly fond of people like that, but for you, the children's needs were your priority, and they really liked Tim as a counselor. You weren't alone with him much, but even in such a short period of time, he could somehow crack a joke or say something completely insane. Today was an important event, the opening of the shift. You needed to prepare three activities for the team. You listened to the children's ideas and started designing the scenery and printing the text for the speech.

"Tim, are you even going to help me prepare the squad for the event?" you asked discontentedly, stacking another pile of props.

"Of course I'm going to," he replied calmly, sitting on the table. "I'm giving you moral support."

• Very valuable.

• I know.

You rolled your eyes, and Tim just chuckled contentedly.

At that moment, several children from the squad looked into the room.

"Are you arguing again?" Sonya asked with interest.

“We’re not arguing,” you and Tim answered at the same time.

The children looked at each other and burst into giggles.

— Did you see? They even speak the same way!

• Exactly!

"What have you come up with again?" you frowned.

But it was too late. The conspirators ran out of the room before anyone could stop them.

By evening it became clear that the detachment was up to something.

The children looked at each other suspiciously, whispered in the corners, and suddenly fell silent when you and Tim walked past.

“I don’t like this,” you said quietly.

"Oh, come on," Tim chuckled. "They're just having fun."