location: rift valley summer festival
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Damian had been assigned to help keep an eye on the festival, which mostly consisted of walking around, talking to people, and trying not to think about all the reasons a crowd this large made him nervous lately. Every few minutes he caught himself scanning faces instead of enjoying the event. Eventually he gave up pretending and stopped near one of the food vendors, grabbing a drink while watching people move through the midway. When he noticed someone nearby, he flashed an easy grin. “Please tell me you’ve had better luck than me.” He gestured vaguely toward the festival games. “I’ve lost twenty bucks trying to win a stuffed animal and now I’m too stubborn to quit.” The confession came without shame. If anything, he looked amused by his own bad decisions. “At this point it’s not about winning anymore. It’s about proving that booth attendant isn’t smarter than I am.”