Walking into the staff meeting on my first day, somehow, I was 10 minutes late.
But I wasn’t flustered. I was more excited as my eyes darted around the room.
After all, I was looking for the handsome face I’d spotted on my mate’s Facebook page.
Please be here, I thought, my heart racing.
It was July 2017, and aged 16, I was spending the summer working at a Christian camp.
I’d been going there since I was little.
But this year was my first time overseeing the younger kids.
An old camp pal had let slip that her brother Wayne, then 17, was a counsellor this year, too.
I’d never met him,
