The group had decided to walk the half mile to get to the dinner hall.

Connor spotted some of his friends and told the group that he'd catch up later, leaving Erin with one less guy to deal with.

"Where are you guys from?" Luke asked.

"Virginia," Ben replied in his pretty baritone voice.

"Kentucky," said Chris.

"Me too," Luke responded.

Mike smiled. "I came here from Texas,"

"Wow," Erin said. "I thought I drove a long way to get here." she said. Her simple drive, her simple six hour drive was nothing compared to Kentucky. "I came from Arizona." she added.

Ben came from Nevada and Connor was a Californian.

Chris nodded. "Cool," he said, herding them away from a passing car.

For the next half an hour, they managed to gripe about the humidity, and how horrible it was.
They stopped complaining when the air was permeated with the smell of their dinner.

"Yum! Hamburgers!" Ben said, and quickened his pace, rubbing his stomach.

Once they got through the line at the dinner hall, Ben pointed to the balcony above them. "We'll meet up there," he said, then left them to get his dinner.

Quickly, the other boys we disappearing around her, so Erin decided to leave before she was standing there alone. Chris followed her.

"Hey," he said.

Erin smiled back. "Hello."

There were two lines. A small line for some kind of Mediterranean sub that Erin wasn't brave enough to try, and a Mexican line.
After a second, she decided to play it safe and get burritoes.

She walked over to a small wall that held trays, plates and eating utensils, and she grabbed one of each, plus a cup and got in line in front of Chris behind a red-head.

The line moved fairly quickly, and in no time, she was carefully arranging her plate with lettuce, tomatoes, salsa, sourcream, cheese, chicken and some corn mixture with bell peppers. Her other plate which she grabbed from the top of the buffet line she devoted to Spanish rice and sour cream.

The red headed guy watched her organize her condiments on her plate, waiting until she was ready to load her tortilla, then looked at his own overstuffed tortilla, knowing there was no way he was going to wrap it and eat it without a mess and laughed silently.
"That's a good idea," he told her.
Erin smiled politely. "Thank you," she replied, looking at him briefly.

After a moment, "I'm Brandon." he said, not looking up.

"Erin, nice to meet you," she replied, looking around for hot sauce, finding it, and throwing some packets onto her tray and then lining up for the drinks.

"What cabin are you in?" Brandon asked, following her to the drinks.

"D13," Erin replied simply, filling her glass half with unsweetened tea and lemonade.
"Have a good day," she said brightly, and left him there to fill up his empty cup.

Erin walked around to the steps, carefully going up them, one hand under her tray, one holding her glass. She paused at the top, looking for someone familiar, and finding only Connor at a lone table in the middle.
"Hey," she said to get his attention when she was close enough.

Connor jumped a tiny bit in his chair, and his finger slipped out of his mouth.

Erin snickered, sitting across from him.
"Didn't mean to scare you," she said.

Connor smiled, dimples puncturing his tan cheeks. "It's cool. Thought I'd save us a table. Mind if I go get something to eat?"

Erin shook her head and began mixing her rice and sour cream.

Not long after Connor left, Ben and Luke came up.

"Hey Erin, thanks for saving us a table." Ben said.

Erin shook her head. "Connor did, actually." she replied.

Luke looked at Ben and shrugged before taking a seat beside where Connor was and Ben beside him.

The two had gotten meatloaf, green beans and potatoes with gravy, plus a slice of red cake.

"What was on your side besides Mexican?" Ben asked her, pulling a napkin out from it's holder in the middle of the table as Chris came up beside her.

"Some Mediterranean sandwich you could not have paid me to eat." she shrugged.

Chris sat down. "Sorry it took me so long," he said. "That red head kid over filled his drink after you left, causing a lot of slippage and mess,"

Erin laughed. "Really?" she asked.

Chris nodded, smiling. "Yeah. He wasn't paying attention," he replied.

"That's great. What was he watching?"

Chris looked at her as though it was the easiest question in the world. "Who else? You."
Erin nearly choked on her rice. "Why me?" she asked.

Chris rolled his eyes. "Never mind." he said haughtily.

Erin took a drink of her Arnie Palmer.
Why would he be watching me....she wondered.

Chris seemed upset.
"Why do you think he asked for your cabin number?" he demanded.

Erin shrugged. "I dunno..." she replied.

The two dropped the conversation as the other two boys walked up to join them.