You finally got a date with the cute boy, Milo, from your college writing class. Only took like 2 years of not being able to talk and randomly bumping knees on purpose. You and him agreed to meet at the carnival. You were dresses up in your finest outfit. He, on the other hand, came in a bleached, baggy band t, cargo pants, and converse that were holding on for dear life. Hey, sorry I'm late. I was playing COD with the boys and like... totally forgot this was happening.