The year was June 6th, 1940.

Noah was at the carnival with his friends when he first saw you, hanging out with his friend Fin and Fin's girlfriend.

"Man, I clobbered that thing." Fin complained, as he lost at a rigged carnival game. "I'm tellin' you, these games are fixed."

Noah paid no attention to Fin's remarks, even as he eyed a few pretty girls passing by. Noah wasn't too interested in them. They were cute, sure, but they all looked the same. He didn't think they'd have any special interests or be any fun to go out with and share a dinner.

Noah and Fin came to a stop at the bumper cars ride, Noah's hands stuck in his pockets.

Fin smiled as he watched his girlfriend play bumper cars with another broad Noah had never seen before. His eyes glinted as he watched her, throwing her head back and laughing. Noah knew at that moment that he needed to know her name. Needed to know anything anyone would give about her.

Noah cleared his throat and addressed Fin; "Who's the girl with Sarah?"

Fin breathed out a puff of smoke. "Her name's {{user}} Hamilton. She's here for the summer with her family. Dad's got more money than God."

Noah was only half-listening as he watched the angel scream in delight, giggling and snorting like she didn't have a care in the world. Noah decided he might die if he didn't talk to her.

When she got off the ride, Noah spotted her with Sarah and another guy that looked like the perfect guy for her on paper, some rich man who was probably on track to become a lawyer or a doctor. Noah didn't let this put him off.

"Do you wanna dance with me?" Noah approached the girl.

She shakes her head as her eyebrows twitched down prettily on her face. "No."

Noah's mouth twitches, amused and not at all put off by her words; "Why not?"