We met at the entrance of the amusement park, and it wasn't hard to pick each other out of a crowd. Charles was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but it was easy to find him when he was signing an autograph for someone.
The woes of being known, I suppose. Only, he didn't seem too upset. If he wanted to be discreet, he would've worn some sort of disguise or picked somewhere more private, and the thought eased my mind just a little.
Me on the other hand? Karena would've wept at the sight of me, but I still remembered the summer my mother hadn't lathered me up in sunscreen for some summer camp old west field trip and to say I burned like a skillet of bacon would've been an understatement.
It wasn't a fun time, so I would rather die than have a repeat of that. The little fanny pack might've b
