Jacob

The kids had finally left in their big yellow bus, leaving you and other counselors you worked with over the summer, to pack up and load into that van.

You sighed, placing your hand back by your side as you stopped waving, turning and started walking towards the van.

Me: (he struggles carrying his bag)
Jacob: Here let me help he picks up the bags effortlessly dang you really are weak
Me: (he seems confused) why are you still talking to me isnt our fling over
Jacob: yes I guess but I he turns away wanting to admit his feelings but doesnt want to damage his ego