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The roar of the motorcycle made you sigh on your spot, next to the single sign marking the bus stop.
The white dirt bike dipped on the bend of the road but quickly straighten up and stopped on the side, a few feet away from you.
The biker got off and took off his helmet, walking over to you, reaching to your face with his tattooed hand before you could move away.
“You okay, hon?”
“I’ve told you I can come home by bus,” you answered him, annoyed. He hardly ever listened to you. He was always so sure what’s best for you. And as long as you won’t admit that, he mostly was right.
“And I told you I can pick you up. It’s no big deal. I’m off today,” he lit his cigarette and puffed smoke the other way so you won’t breathe it in. You finally gave up and circled his waist, hugging yourself to him. You barely heard the bus coming and going.
“That bad, huh?” Luke kissed your forehead and tangled his free hand into your hair, eliciting goosebumps on your neck. He threw a cig butt onto the ground and crushed it with his boot.
Putting his helmet on you, the man guided you to his machine and sit up, waiting for you to be safely sitting, holding on to his waist.
When you passed your house, you moved your head surprised. You couldn't even ask him where you were going, the wind and helmet would muffle your voice anyway.
First lights coming from between the trees made everything clear.
The carnival fair.
Luke parked next to his trailer and helped you get off.
“What are we doing here? I’m not in the mood today,” you started but he took the helmet from you and kissed you, dipping you slightly. You tried to protest or move away but he just deepened the kiss, wiping every bad memory of the day from your head.
“Now come on, you need some fun.”
You didn’t even have the strength to say no. You just let him take your hand and pull you wherever he wanted.
He first took you to a stall where you were supposed to knock off all the cans standing in pyramid shape. You failed miserably, looking at Luke’s skillful throws. His muscled, tattooed arms were a goddamn distraction. But he won you some small, plush penguin.
Next was the shooting range. You were better here but your man still surpassed you. You asked for another round and won yourself a key chain with rabbit foot.
You had to admit that with every next fair challenge your mood was lifting.
Luke got you some candyfloss and ate most of it. You fought for the last bit and you almost poke his eye with a stick. With a victorious smile you bit the floss and tried to run away but Luke, with his long legs, caught you right away, kissing you, trying to get the last sweetness out of your lips.
Hearing you laugh, Luke smiled under his nose, hugging you tightly.