Rosy is not a camping person. Every time she’s been forced to camp in the past, she’s woken up cold and with a sore neck. She’s not a sentimental person either, so there’s no way she came to this field to stare at the stars and lament the fact that, soon, she’ll be headed back to LA, and after that, New York. If anything, Rosy is itching to get away from this bug-infested camping school and back to civilization and coffee shops. And any suggestions that she’s here for a boy should be dismissed outright, because it would be a lot easier and a much better power move to make him come to her.

Her presence here, then, is purely practical. Danny takes a lot of the same classes as her, so it makes sense to study together, and everyone’s always harassing her for not eating enough when she shifts into cramming mode, so why not study somewhere with free snacks?

“These Scottish highlighters are such trash,” she complains, squinting at her flashcard in the darkness. “The bright yellow and pastel yellow look exactly the same and it’s throwing off my whole system.”

Cute.