Missed out on math camp. [She circles around the log and sits, arms crossed over her chest. Not too far away, not avoiding him. Not too close. Everything with Natasha is calculated, and she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.
At one point she might have made a joke about him being a nerd.
She doesn't joke about her own childhood.]
I wasn't sure—you might have wanted to be alone. Nice night? Fire to yourself.
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At one point she might have made a joke about him being a nerd.
She doesn't joke about her own childhood.]
I wasn't sure—you might have wanted to be alone. Nice night? Fire to yourself.