*20 minute read according to Grammarly*
“You almost ready?” a playfully impatient voice says over the phone.
“Mhm!” I say, loading one of the last few boxes into our hatchback, “Damian! You ready?!” I call up to our apartment, hoping nobody else would mind.
I hear a faint “Yeah, I’m coming” back, so at least that’s settled.
I grumble, lifting the last, but certainly not lightest, box into the trunk. You can never be too prepared; that’s something my parents taught me. I cast a worried glance up at our window as I close the doors. Damian had been turned down for an internship for a local tech company earlier that day. Even though he was a geek, he still managed a 5’11 muscular body with quite a bit beneath the belt. Anyways, I hope he can at least relax a little on our monthly camping trip.
“You still there?” Celeste asks, breaking my train of thought.
“Oh yeah, sorry, just worried about Damian,” I reply