The Miracle of You
They weren’t holding hands or anything.
Wait, why was she feeling so self-conscious about this?
‘Get a grip, Camille,’ she scolded herself.
She looked around, trying to keep her mind occupied. The surrounding booths were filled with a variety of snacks and treats, from caramel apples to cotton candy.
Sweets… Desserts… Right! She could use some sweetness in her mouth right now.
“Hey, let’s go and get some churros,” she suggested.
Michael chuckled. “Ah, yes, of course. We can’t forget your favorite snack.”
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