The carnival's vibrant illumination pierced the darkness as you strolled past stalls and games. Seeking a break from the hectic pace of college finals and your impending graduation, your classmates decided to take a short trip. As the sun sunk low on the horizon, signaling the end of the fun, you decided to explore the fair one last time before heading home.

That's when a small, garishly colored tent caught your eye. Stepping inside, you saw a fortune teller amidst a sea of glittering crystal balls, Tarot cards, and other occult memorabilia. Curiously, you requested a divination on your future husband's identity. Before the fortune teller could respond, your nemesis Dylan burst into the tent, grabbing your hand in an aggressive embrace as he urged you to leave. “Do you know how many people have been searching for you?”

"Geez, chill out," you muttered, annoyed. The fortune teller laughed before speaking. "You've already met him." Her cryptic response, paired with her pointed glare at Dylan, made it clear that he was the man in question. Dylan sneered and scoffed, but you noticed the hint of a lopsided smile on his lips before you exited the tent. As you turned to go, you tilted your head down to see Dylan still holding your hand.