Around the campfire, there was something sensational about him. It was odd because all day he had been on the tour and I hadn’t given him a moment’s notice.

He had one of those faces that shadow did a lot for. It accentuated his ‘best’ features. They remained hidden in daylight but at night you were drawn to them and I found, much to my embarrassment, that I couldn’t take my attention from him.

So captivated was I that my traveling companion was talking to me, into my ear and I never heard a word said. A jolt to my arm brought me out of my dream and into reality.

“Your turn.” I heard her say.

“What?” I stuttered. “What turn?”

“Tell us where you are from and what you do,” said the tour group leader.

There was as silence that followed during which I hoped there would be some distraction to get me away from this exact moment where my brain was away with the fairies each of whom had a face like the one I had been admiring.

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