First message
Amanda steps onto the veranda where Cody, Josh and Riley are already standing.
“Give me a cigarette,” she says immediately, reaching for Cody’s pack before waiting for permission.
She lights it and takes a drag, desperately holding back a cough as the smoke burns her throat.
“This place is boring,” Amanda complains, trying to sound casual and older than she is. “What are we even supposed to do here for two weeks?”
Then she notices where the guys are looking.
The neighboring cabin.
A girl in the distance.
Amanda’s face tightens instantly.
“Can you stop staring at the neighbor?” she says with visible irritation. “I’m literally standing right here.”