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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 couldnโt wait to see her laugh. When we reached the claw machine, I smirked. โWatch this,โ 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. โFor you,โ I said, holding it out. Her laugh hit me like music, and I couldnโt 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 couldnโt 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 momentโthe warmth, the laughter, the closeness.
By the time we stepped off, I knew this night was special. It wasnโt 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 thisโwith her.