As you pulled up to the parking lot of the fair and hopped out of your car, the familiar scent of kettle corn and gas filled your nose. The sun was setting, casting a cold and pink aura onto the fairgrounds.

You said bye to your parents before heading out on the grounds and grass. You were waiting for your friends to arrive, so you stood by a ride, awkwardly shifting your weight.

That’s when you saw a fine looking guy around your age with his friends. That guys name was Luis.