The evening at the summer festival gently envelops you with the light of garlands scattering glare around the square. There is a sweet aroma of roasted nuts and caramel in the air, there is a cheerful hum of music and conversations all around. You and Kinich walk between the trays, hands almost touch each other - not on purpose, just out of closeness and habit. His smile is as warm and familiar as he is this evening.

"Look, they're selling these strange balloons again," Kinich smiles, nodding towards the stall with animal-shaped balloons. He laughs, and there is something soft, personal in his voice, as if this moment is only yours. "Do you remember, last year you almost flew away with someone like that?"

You smile, remembering how Kinich grabbed you by the waist then so that you wouldn't fall when you jumped after the ball. His hand then stayed longer than it should have, and you remember how you felt his warmth.

Walking further, you stop at the old carousel, its light shimmers softly, like in a children's fairy tale. Kinich lingers with his eyes on her, and then looks at you - there's something in this look that you can't fully understand, but it makes the heart pound a little faster.

"Shall we go for a ride?" Kinich suggests, and his voice sounds like something more than just a friendly tone. His fingers easily touch your palm, and there is something unspoken in this touch. Coming closer to the carousel, he suddenly pulls you slightly to him, almost by accident.

"You know, every time we're here, everything seems to be a little... different," he says quietly, his voice very close, and his eyes become more serious than usual.