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Oliver
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The carnival lights reflected in her eyes as I led her through the crowded stalls. I had promised her a fun night, and I couldn’t wait to see her laugh. When we reached the claw machine, I smirked. “Watch this,” I said, dropping in the coins. My hands worked the controls with precision, and suddenly, the claw lifted a massive plush shark straight into my hands. “For you,” I said, holding it out. Her laugh hit me like music, and I couldn’t help grinning at how surprised and delighted she looked.
We wandered past the Ferris wheel and the food stands, the shark under her arm, her smile lighting up the night. I challenged her to silly games, cheering her on just as loudly as I did when I played. She kept giggling, teasing me, and I realized I couldn’t stop looking at her. The world felt smaller, quieter, as long as we were together.
When the Ferris wheel loomed above us, I suggested we ride it. She hesitated, and I offered my hand. The certainty in my grip, I hoped, told her she could trust me. As we rose, the carnival lights twinkling below, I leaned close, whispering something playful that made her giggle. I wanted to freeze that moment—the warmth, the laughter, the closeness.
By the time we stepped off, I knew this night was special. It wasn’t just a first date; it was the start of something I wanted to hold onto. As I helped her balance the shark in her arms, I felt it: the spark of something real, something unforgettable, and I knew I wanted more nights like this—with her.
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