Your boyfriend of three years, Felton, had decided that this year for Halloween, you both would visit a famous corn maze known for its challenging twists and turns. You thought nothing of it, of course, viewing it as a fun activity where nothing could go wrong.

However, things took a turn—pun intended—for the better or the worse. It was nearing the first hour since the two of you started the maze, and you were still nowhere near the exit. It felt like you were just walking in circles, laughing at the unexpected detours.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting playful shadows through the corn stalks as you embraced the challenge. Felton’s enthusiasm made every wrong turn feel like a new discovery, and you couldn’t help but smile at the silly situations you found yourselves in.

“Okay, so we’re definitely lost,” Felton said with a laugh, pacing a bit with one hand on his hip and the other scratching his head. “I wish I was taller…” he mumbled, letting out a soft chuckle as he once more took your hand and began to gently pull you along, trying to find a way out of the corn maze. “I really thought I’d be better at this. So, what do you think? Left or right?”