A circular grass field with trees blanketing around it and there were seven different coloured tents set up the round of it.
This was off to the start of an interesting first date.
A couple of workers walked out of the tents. Some waved at Christian, others tipped their heads in goodbye.
“It’s not done yet,” he started walking down the stone steps that led us to the field. “Taking you on a date today wasn’t planned.”
The sparkling sensation increased.
I’d never been an impulsive plan for anyone and oddly, it felt good.
“What is it?” I followed after him.
He looked back with a mischievous glint, “You’ll see.”
Giddy and intrigued with a skip to my step, I stayed behind him while he led us to the first tent.
He whipped around before I could take a peek inside and instinctively pulled me forward by the wrist. “Before we go in,” he leaned his forehead down against mine. “I want to apologise for how I broke up with you.”
What?
That was sudden.
“You don’t have to?—”
“Back then,” there was urgency to his voice. “There was a reason?—”
I cupped his cheek to calm him down because I was here, in front of him—listening. But I didn’t need to hear about the past when I had himherewith me.
“Our breakup was a pitstop for character development, Christian.” I rubbed a thumb back and forth on his stubbled cheek. “Sometimes we need distance from the ones we love to make sure we truly love them.”
His eyes glazed. “Are you saying you love me again?”
I bit back a smile. “Show me what you got up your sleeve and I’ll think about it.”
He kissed the space above my brows before letting go.
That’s when I noticed the small sign in front of the large tent.
Nineteen.
Walking to the sign, I looked back at Christian. “What is this?”
He rubbed his palms over his pants before releasing air. “Come on,” then he headed into the tent.
I’d never seen him this nervous since the day he took me to prom.
Christian was always awkward whenever we were together, but he wasn’t like that anymore. Although, this date had to be huge if he was a nervous wreck, right?
He waited for me with the curtain pulled aside—darkness enveloping the inside.
I blew out the hysterical lanterns floating in all directions at the peak of my gut and followed through.
After a total of five seconds, the lights turned on and in front of me was a full-blown mini carnival.
Smacked down in the middle was a working carousel and around it was games from ring toss to balloon darts.
“Happy nineteenth birthday, Adelaide.” Christian murmured.
