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Tor had fallen into a comfortable chat with Jacob, though she was finding herself growing bored quickly. He was nice, yes, but his conversation was dull, revolving mostly around school, and in particular her most hated subject, art history.

"I think that he had some other meaning in mind when he- May we help, you?" Jacob was saying, but became distracted by the appearance of someone behind Tor. She only had time to give Jacob a questioning look before she felt an arm loop one of hers and pull her away towards the now roaring bonfire. When she looked to see who her savior was, she was surprised to find one of the guys whom she had greeted before.

"Oh! You're one of the guys from before," she said, with a sigh of relief.

"My name's Lucas," he said simply, as he grabbed two sticks, put marshmallows on them and hand one to her. She gave a quick once over as they sat side by side on on the less populated side of the fire. He was handsome and judging by the way he came and whisked her away from Jacob, was not lacking in confidence. She could get used to his company.

"Name? Age? Any other personal information you'd like to share?" He asked her with a smile, holding his marshmallow to roast near the fire. She followed his lead, watching as the fluffy marshmallow browned next to the heat.

"I'm Tor," she said, skipping directly to her preferred name. As much as 'Torrey Lindsey Caelum' was beautiful, it was also a mouthful, and she didn't want to think of the consequences of introducing herself as a Caelum to someone who seemed to not already know. "I'm 17, and..."

She paused to think, unsure of what to say next. Usually, these were the kinds of questions one answered during a summer camp icebreaker, but given the present setting, she supposed that she could come up with something.

"I really like playing frisbee. I could play it for hours with a good group of people," she grinned and checked her marshmallows cooking progress. Satisfied with it's golden brown color, she slid it off the stick and bit a chunk out of it. "What about you, Mr. Confident?"