As the rush seeking, adrenaline junkie girlfriend, you were happy when Paige surprised you with a date to the Minnesota state fair.

Upon entering the fairgrounds, you waste no time in dragging her all around the whole 322 acres; from The Kraken to the Sling Shot, you take no breaks, hopping from lineup to lineup.

It was fun and all, but eventually it got hard to ignore the heat from the sun and it slowed down Paige significantly.

Usually, Paige is able to match your energy, your speed—but definitely not in this heat; a wopping 89.6 degrees Fahrenheit (calculated in my Canadian brain is 32 degrees celsius).

You stop walking to take a moment to calm your heart from the previous ride to Paige’s relief, before you start dragging her in the direction of the SkyGlider. By that point, Paige is sweating heavy balls.

Which she then proceeds to tell you after planting her feet to the ground and tugging you back to her by the hand. “Babe, I know you’re excited, but my pits are sweating,” she mutters into your ear, draping herself across your body.

You can feel the heat radiating from her body and see how the sweat trickles down the slightly sunburnt skin of her forehead and down her face.