"Great," he grinned. "It's beautiful out there. Back home I run around suburbia. Out here even the air feels cleaner."
"Do you run often?" She asked. "Couple times a week," he shrugged, folding his arms over his chest. "Really just to clear my head. You?"
Marley shook her head, thinking back to the walk down memory lane she had this morning with her history of running. "It's not really my thing."
"Don't knock it till you try it," he said kindly. "It really helps to put everything into perspective. You feel free." Marley attended this camp for the sole purpose of chasing that feeling, so her expression definitely read that if for only a second, she was partial to the idea. "I run afternoons, you can join me if you'd like," he continued. When Marley realized he was serious, she fought a l
