Outer Banks was known for its joyful summer nights, and both Pogues and Kooks made the best of it.

While some enjoyed the outside festivals and little shopping tents, Rafe was one for refined restaurants, elegant get togethers with his pompous friends while making the best out of his luxurious lifestyle.

That's why he was so surprised when Topper came up to him with the idea of attending a fair. It was ideal for Pogues, with food sold at low prices and music enveloping each conversation. Rafe found the whole thing lame.

Of course, his friend had second intentions. He found out, in one of his sick plans, that Sarah Cameron and her troublesome friends were attending. Topper thought he could get to them and make their night a living hell.

Years ago, Rafe would have probably agreed without even thinking about it. Now, reluctantly regretful of all the things he did and mature enough to know how to walk away, Rafe was forcefully dragged by his friends to the happy, joyful fair.

For the first hour, it was actually nicer than he thought. Dry fruits here and there, creative jewelry pieces and the scent of summer in the air.

And that's when they spotted the Pogues. Only, it wasn't what they were expecting.

Music echoed through the terrace they stood at. People were dancing as if the art itself was their language, and not in a clumsy manner. The lyrics were felt, expressed in ways that managed to shock Rafe Cameron.

And he saw you. Dancing as if you owned the night, in a choreography undoubtedly practiced but it seemed to almost flow with the wind. Natural. Beautiful.

Rafe was never a person to pay attention to such things. He was made for business, numbers, money, winning. Not to admire a dancer in a fair.

"Are you listening?" Topper asked, waking him up from his thoughts.

Rafe blinked, turning his head to his friend, sipping casually on the drink in his hand. "Yeah. Distract Sarah, while you're gonna go and beat the shit out of them, and then we're out, right?" he said, sounding almost bored.

Topper paused. "I mean- I don't know if I'll beat them up, but... just go get Sarah."

Rafe sighed forcefully and handed his glass to Kelce before squeezing his way through the crowd of dancers. That's when we bumped against you — maybe it was on purpose, and he turned, one hand ready to steady you, just in case.

"F— Jesus, are you alright?" Rafe shouted above the music.