Play Me Like You Mean It
“Exactly. Cheap Thrills. Afternoon, bright lights, loud music, rides. Couldn’t have been clearer.”
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “You’ve officially proven it. I am the worst at this game.”
He laughed. “You don’t just lose at guessing, Mira. You fail spectacularly. Which, honestly, makes it more entertaining for me.”
“Glad my humiliation is your source of joy,” I muttered, but I was already smiling.
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The moment we walked in, the air hit me with the sweet burn of popcorn, the shrieks of kids riding roller coasters, and the bright whirl of cotton candy machines. It was loud, chaotic, yet unexpectedly perfect.