Aurora stood on the porch of Philip's cabin, the evening air carrying the faint scent of pine and earth.
She smoothed her plaid flannel shirt and peered down the gravel path, waiting for their friends to arrive. The cabin was nestled among towering trees, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze.
The sky was a warm orange, promising perfect weather for their weekend fishing trip and camping adventure.
"Do you think they will like it?" Aurora asked, turning to Philip, who was getting out their fishing gear from the car.
Philip smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he turned to her. "You've been the calm one this whole time, why are you suddenly nervous?" He asked and she shrugged.
"I don't know. I've never hosted something like this before. And I know how important this is to you…"
"To us," Philip said as held out a hand to her and Aurora sighed as she went to him.
