Melia’s Point of View
By the time we make it over to the little carnival area, the sun is starting to dip lower, the twinkle lights strung overhead already glowing softly. Music plays somewhere nearby, and laughter floats through the air, and for the first time all day, my shoulders begin to relax.
“This is actually really cute. They put a lot of work into this. I am glad you insisted we come to this.”
I say, looking around as we walk.
Alex smiles at me, and nods his head.
“They really did. And you needed something fun after today.”
“I didn’t know I needed funnel cake this badly until five minutes ago.”
I say seriously, and he laughs, shaking his head.
“You always need food in one way or another.”
He says teasingly and I gasp.
“That is absolutely not true. But some foods I need
