Bee was the last person remaining in her cabin when there was a knock on the door. Eric had finally come to her.
"Hey," he said quietly.
"Hi," she replied shyly, "So I'm no longer a camper."
"I'm no longer a coach."
"I just wish it could have been different Eric."
"Me too. You have no idea Bee."
"Can we start over?"
"Yeah."
"Lets walk," she suggested.
"Okay," he put his hands in his pockets.
They walked to the beach and sat down. Eric looked at her, she looked at Eric, and they kissed. In public.
"Bridget?" Connie was standing over them, "Oh! Excuse me!" she exclaimed. She turned her head. Bee and Eric separated, "You have to get going to the airport. The van will take you now."
"Thank you," she replied nicely, "I'll just be five minutes. I have to get back to my cabin and get my suitcase."
Connie left.
"I'll walk you," Eric offered. They stood up, and he grabbed her hand.
"Thank you," she blushed a little.
"I wish this wasn't the end of the summer," Bee confessed at the van.
"We live worlds apart."
"How will this work?"
"I don't know. We'll just have to wait and find out."
"I'm glad I came back."
"I'm glad you did too."
They kissed a final time. The van door slid closed. Bee waved at him until she couldn't see him anymore.
