starter for: @lenareis location: Festival de la Saint Valentin time: saturday, february 12th at 12:35pm
As the woman at the ticket booth finished tying one of those orange wrist bands around her wrist so she could enter the festival, Micayla let out a overdramatic sigh. Turning to face the woman who had practically forced her to come to the festival, she let out a grumble. “I still can’t believe you want us to spend our very limited free time during one of the busiest weekends for our bars, here.” She extended her hand towards the sprawling field, full of families and games and vendors all happily celebrating the day of love. As if to prove her point, a little girl, maybe seven or eight years old, who had apparently consumed far too much sugar today ran by them screaming at the top of their lungs, “Où est ma valentine?! / Where is my valentine?!” When the little girl had passed, Micayla dragged her gaze back to Lena’s, her gaze very clearly expressing ‘See!’ as she shook her head, trying her hardest and failing miserably, to look angry instead of allowing the laugh she was fighting to escape. Her act didn’t last long and soon, she was laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
