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Timothy: On a scale of 1-10 how good is the food at the meet-up?
Timothy: Because you know since I can't actually be there I happen to be craving a deep-fried twinkie.
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Timothy: On a scale of 1-10 how good is the food at the meet-up?
Timothy: Because you know since I can't actually be there I happen to be craving a deep-fried twinkie.
James sat down after dancing for a bit, and he looked over at the other perosn at the table who was clearly taking a break from the dance floor. “You know, I don’t know what I expected feeling married would be like. So far, I don’t feel that different. Of course I know my entire life is changed, but it hasn’t really set in yet.”
Dani scanned the rows of carnival games, the rides, and the bright, sugary fried foods and sighed contentedly. This had to be the best Matched meet-up yet...and maybe the best of all time. She couldn’t decide what to choose first, and she glanced to her right, a grin gracing her lips. “What do you think is more practical?”, she wondered, turning her head back to marvel at the carnival again. “Riding the giant slide after eating fried pickles? Or trying to win carnival games on an empty stomach?”
Emerald had always loved thrill rides. And while none of the ones at the park were anywhere close to the ones that were at some of the bigger amusement parks, she was still planning on riding all of them anyway. Multiple times. “Okay, so I have an idea,” Emerald said to the person closest to her, with a smirk, “We should see which one of us can ride the Vortex the most times in a row without getting sick.”
Miguel had never really liked carnival-type things. The rides always looked like they were one loose screw away from falling apart (which was especially concerning with the types of rides that were here) and games that were obviously fixed. Though...there really was nothing like the food. He bit into his caramel apple as he checked his phone for what was probably the thousandth time since he had gotten there, not sure if there just wasn’t good reception or if his secretary had somehow convinced everyone not to email him. Catching someone watching him he looked up and asked, “Is your phone working? Or has mine just decided to stop?”
“It’s really nice to be out of the house. I was beginning to think that quarantine would never really end. Of course going for a nice walk outside wasn’t illegal but I’m still more comfortable knowing that the risk is much lower now.”
Colin washed down the counter and the tablet he used to collect payments from customers. He was so happy to be working after things opened back up. A lot of his customers that day told him they were waiting for things to be back to ‘normal’ before they came in, so he was happy to see some new faces. “I’ll be right with you,” he called when he heard the bell on the front door sound. He finished washing his hands and put on a new pair of gloves. It was standard even before the craziness. “Hi,” he smiled. “What can I get for you?”
“Do you happen to know what restaurant the super fancy s’more thing is at?” Timothy asked, wishing that he’d remembered to make a note of it in his phone, “Because I remember hearing about it and I think it’s what I’m looking forward to the most.”