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“Fine, you win,” he says, brushing his hands together in front of himself as he smiles and I take an enormous bite of cotton candy, because now I’m determined to eat it all, even if I regret it later. “C’mon, giant watermelons are this way.”

He nods at a door leading into the cinderblock building. On it is a sign that says NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE HANDCRAFTS AND GARDENING PAVILION, with a helpful illustration to the same effect underneath.

“I know you can read,” I say around the cotton candy in my mouth. “We can’t—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he says through a smile, and before I know it he’s snagged the cotton candy and disappeared through the door.

“What—” I start, but the door swings shut behind him and then I’m standing there, in this blank spot between two buildings as the sun beats down and the far-off cows moo, looking at this door. I consider proving a point by walking off and leaving him to whatever fate awaits him, but I don’t even know what point that would be.

In any case, the door swings open again and he’s standing there, taking a bite from my cotton candy and grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

“You coming?” he asks, so I sigh dramatically and roll my eyes and walk into the building.