Twinkly lights had been strung up through the streets for the block party, lighting the evening in a warm glow as the bands played and people laughed. The sun had only just set, leaving the sky a mix of blues, oranges, purples, and pinks. So far, the day didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary, but then again, neither had Spring Fling. Try as she had to move on from it, to treat the day like any other town event, Luna could still only hope there wouldn’t be any last minute surprises like last time. As she enjoyed an evening stroll with Wyatt, a drink in hand, she didn’t want to think about something happening to the guy she’d quickly become friends with. So instead, she grinned and looked over at him, doing her best to enjoy the moment, rather than worry about what could happen. “There are a lot of really good bands this year,” she noted, taking a sip of her mango-peach sangria while she listened to the music. “Which one’s your favorite so far?” @wyattleblanc