A huge yawn escaped Andrew's mouth, his hand reaching up to scratch his still wet hair. Eyes glanced down at the sport wrist watch: 6:30am. Even though Andrew was a morning person, he had been up late unpacking the previous night and the lack of sleep was now having its effect. He walked casually into the dining hall, freshly showered and dressed in a green, striped, collared shirt that hung over the waist line of his khakis. Andrew would never tuck his shirt in, not even if a hot girl begged him too. He had enough cologne on him to give off a slight, pleasing aroma to the people around him. He knew how to impress. He knew what girls wanted, and he would give it to them. That's what made him so popular with the ladies, and that's why he was so much better at getting girls than any other guys.

As he ran his hand through his hair again, he looked around admiring the place. Although he had never been to other summer camps, he could tell that this place was one of the better ones, even if it was all about horses. Summer was Andrew's favorite times and he hoped that this summer would go even better since there were no parents to keep watch over him. He shuffled through the line, grabbing a couple pancakes, a small bowl of fruit and a mug of hot chocolate. Breakfast had to be his favorite meal by far. His green eyes were momentarily distracted from picking up his silverware, as a pretty girl walked by. Subtly, he eyed her down, giving a little smirk. He knew he had come to a camp for a reason. A guy behind him nudged his arm with his tray, sending him forward through the line. He kept his eye on the girl and mustered up some charm, something that was quite easy for Andrew.

Walking up, tray in hand, he stood next to the girl, giving one of his charming, polite smiles. "Is this seat taken?"