The fragrant summer breeze run through the streets. Logan liked this part of the year. He got to hang out with his friends until late into the night, visit lakes and beaches, and go for bike-rides. Warm weather always made him happier.

Another thing that came along with the season, were state fairs. Although Logan wasn’t a lover of the games these hosted, he could sure enjoy some nice waffles and ice cream. Besides, he found his little joy in watching men attempt to impress girls at strength games.

Logan walked by your side, one hand holding yours and the other a vanilla-flavoured ice-cream cone. He had insisted that the two of you should visit the fair as a date, promising he would buy anything you asked for—knowing full well he was nothing more than a broke teenager.

Per usual, he was wearing a graphic tee, cargo shorts, and the Sambas he had borrowed from Corey just for your little date. “Alright, wanna be super cheesy and let me win you a big teddy bear in that aiming game over there?” He took your intertwined hands to signal to the stall just a few meters away. “Just for the sake of being cheesy teenagers at a state fair?” A cheeky mischievous smirk sported on his lips.