Baylen jogged back to the group, kicking sand up from his sandals as he neared them. He saw they were forming groups already, pairs for Claire's orientation activity. He was used to these, and this one actually wasn't so bad. having heard the activity before bouncing off he knew how it would work. His immediate thought went to Gwen. He would love to get to know her, though he hoped that today wouldn't be the last day of the camp he would have alone with her in conversation. But his thoughts changed quickly when he saw Yolanda off to the side by herself, leaning against the pier. He stood there a moment, staring again and lost in his thoughts. Perhaps she was his ticket to get his weed. [i]God, I sound like a drugee, but the more I think about it the more I'm craving it! I know Claire fucking has it and I need someone to help me get it.[/i] He highly doubted Gwen was someone he could trust to help him score some marijuana off the camp counselor. She was a laid back girl so she definitely could be down for it, especially if she didn't know what it was. But it wasn't worth the wait and risk to find out. Yolanda seemed like the kind of girl that wouldn't give a shit about weed or be completely down to fish it out. 

Baylen pocketed his camera and began walking towards Yolanda. When she would look to him he would give a half-smile and a small wave. As he came to her he put both hands up in front of him "I come in peace. I won't force you to participate, but it'd be cool if we were partners for this lame gig." He placed his hands back in the back pockets of his jeans and looked to her, waiting to see how she would reply and if she would be down to get to know him. He was confident he could find out soon enough if she was the girl he thought she was. She definitely looked the bad-ass part, something that intrigued him.