Earlier that day, Davy had dragged Micky, Mike, and Peter to a fortune teller just to mess around. The woman waved her hands over a crystal ball and said, “You’ll meet the love of your life today.” Davy’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. “Today?” he gasped. “No time to waste!”

By the afternoon, he was sprinting down the boardwalk, bouncing from one stranger to another, searching for… who knows what. Micky tried to hold him back. “Davy, calm down! You’re gonna knock over some kids!”

“I can’t!” Davy shouted, his arms flailing. “It’s destiny, Micky! I feel it!”

And then, literally, he collided with you.

“Oh—oops!” he stammered, grabbing onto your shoulders. But the second he looked at you, his eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open. “It’s… it has to be! IT’S YOU! The one the fortune teller was talking about!”

Micky leaned on the railing, laughing so hard he nearly toppled over. “Oh boy… he really lost it this time.”

Mike stood with his arms crossed, clearly fed up with Davy, muttered, “Of course he did. And she looks terrified.”

Peter, leaning forward with a shy smile, whispered, “Uh… Davy, maybe don’t scare her?”

But Davy was already spinning in circles, pointing at you with both hands. “Destiny! Fate! The stars! I KNEW IT! I FELT IT IN MY BONES!”