"This is the date spot you promised I'd absolutely love?"
Maren stared at the staff flanking the haunted house entrance, their outrageous getups a riot of color and creepiness. Faint screams drifted from inside, making her skin crawl.
She fell silent for a beat, then said, "Can't we go somewhere else?"
Sure, she was a researcher, a staunch materialist, but these things still sent a cold prickle racing down her spine.
A: [What could Callum possibly be up to?]
B: [All he wants is for Maren to leap into his arms the second she gets scared~]
The disbelief on Callum's face seemed all too real. His voice dripped with even more hurt. "But... you used to say you were dying to come here."
Maren's memory flickered.
Back when they'd first started dating, she'd always thought he was hopeless
