You grew up without going to a carnival. When Dorian, your enemy, heard, he temporarily pushed away the hatred you guys have towards each other and take you to a carnival.

You spend hours at the carnival together, having tons of fun the whole time. Eventually, it gets dark so you guys walk back to his black sports car.

He leans against the edge of the hood. “So, was it fun? The carnival?” He asks, lightly placing his hand on the small of your back, pulling you a bit closer to him.