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“Two,” Lucas answers, sneaking glances back at me as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket. After he pays, he takes my hand again and leads me past the gate before throwing his arm over my shoulders.
“So, what first? Food or dancing?”
I sputter out a surprised laugh. “You dance?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows and I laugh again.
“Well, as tempting as that is, food first because my stomach is currently in the process of digesting itself.”
“We can’t have that,” he says, nodding to the path in front of us. “Any preference?”
I stare up at the rows of different food trucks, my mind blank. “Uh…no?”
He laughs, pulling me closer and I relish in the feeling of being tucked into his side. “Okay, what did you always get when you used to come with your parents?”
“Corn dogs,” I answer. “But I think I’m a little too old for that.”
“Bullshit. Let’s go find corn dogs.”
I giggle as he pulls me along, intent on finding me my childhood favorite. We pass by so many trucks I lose count before he stops at a pizza truck.
“What can I get you guys?” the guy manning the truck asks.
“Yeah, can you tell me where I could find some corn dogs?”
He shoots us a glare. “Man, do you want pizza or not?”
“Lucas,” I whisper, poking his side. “It’s fine. We can just get pizza.”
“Naw, we’re good,” he says, ignoring my comment and I roll my eyes as we set off again. We pass a few more trucks before I spot a kettle corn stand and let out a squeal before pulling Lucas to it.
“Hey, can I get two bags?” I ask when the woman at the register looks up at me. She smiles and turns to scoop two large bags of popcorn as I release Lucas’s hand to dig in my wallet for money.
“I got it,” he cuts in, laying some money on the counter and I turn to him with a scowl.
“I can pay for my own food.”
Shaking his head, he pulls me into his arms as his gaze drops to my lips for a second before meeting my eyes. “Not when you’re with me, you don’t. Besides, I’d buy the whole damn stand just to hear that cute little squeal again.”
“Shut up.” I laugh, shoving him away as the lady behind the counter hands us the kettle corn. I flash her a smile. “Thank you.”
“Have a nice day,” she chirps.
“You, too,” I call over my shoulder as we turn away and set off down the path again. We make it a few more stands down before my stomach growls loudly and I turn to Lucas. “I don’t know that we’re going to find corn dogs.”
He scoffs. “It’s like a fair staple so they’ve got to be around here somewhere.”
“I appreciate the effort but I don’t need corn dogs. We can just find something else. Look, there’s a Mexican place.”
“Who said anything about you?” he asks as he pulls me off to the side of the path by a little picnic area and wraps his arms around me. “I want corn dogs.”
“Oh, well then, by all means, let’s keep searching.”
He glances down the path before turning back to me. “Why don’t you sit down and eat some kettle corn and I’ll hunt down our dinner?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he answers, leading me over to one of the tables and setting the bag of kettle corn in his hand down. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
