Nina
The fairgrounds were already packed full by the time I arrived at the Halloween fair the next day. The air smelled like kettle corn and apple cider, and all I could hear above the din of excited students and screaming children was the sound of rides and Carnys trying to sell their rigged games. Ahead of me, a man on stilts dressed as the Grim Reaper terrorized a gaggle of children, and a woman dressed in a skimpy clown costume juggled bowling pins while passersby tossed coins into her hat on the ground.
I wasn’t even waiting by the entrance for five minutes before Ronan appeared, seemingly out of thin air.
“There you are,” he said with a smile. I felt myself blush slightly as I looked at him. He was dressed in a flannel and jeans with boots, and wore a thin silver chain around his
