Chloe's hand tingled where Darius’ hand brushed against hers as he reached out to take back his phone. She was used to being touched by strangers. In the city it wasn’t uncommon to be brushed against, bumped into, stepped on, and so forth so why was she so hyper aware of the feather light touch of Darius’ skin against her own? Looking from his hand to his face she was slightly surprised to see him gazing directly into her eyes. Her eyes searched his own for some indication of what he might be thinking but a moment later he was already pulling away.

She smiled when he spoke. It was cute how he was using the formal French speech rather than automatically tutoyer her like young people had the habit of doing. Still, formal speech might also mean that he wasn’t ready to be on closer terms with her. Pushing her overanalyzing thoughts away she forced herself to smile and answered, “Moi aussi.” She couldn’t speak well but that much was easy enough for her to remember from her stay in France. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to his next phrase however and was frantically searching for something to respond with until he thankfully changed the subject.

“Yep!” she said, maybe a little too eagerly in her relief. “I’ve got everything set up so now I can just relax,” she said cheerfully. “Your campsite is really nice,” she said, motioning around her to encompass both his setup and the lake. “It’s got a really nice view,” she added, gazing out at the water for a moment before turning back to face him.