It had been a few minutes since Y/n had opened her cupboard. There's been a lot of staring but not a lot of choosing. It was around evening and time was ticking as she stood in front of her wardrobe and wondered what to wear. One one hand, wearing something girly would be cute...but on the other hand she didn't want to look like she'd tried too hard. After all, Scaramouche would be there too.Upon looking out the window however, it was breezy outside, but also going to a carnival in the cold weather made her want to wear something a little more on the cosy side. Her hand travels towards an outfit and when it's pulled out, she dresses herself into it.
In front of the mirror, the reflection shows her clad in a pleated ruffle skirt that has a black and very light pink plaid pattern with white lace decorating the bottom, a pink turtleneck sweater with a faded black colour denim jacket on top and sheer black tights.
Once the outfit is put together and Y/n is ready, the sound of a loud honking outside alerts her that her ride is here. Rushing to put her shoes on take her purse, she practically flies out the front door and into Childe's car.
"Woah, there, you look amazing!" He beams happily, flashing a toothy grin and looking over to pull out of the driveway.
"Of course, you too! Y'know I'm actually kind of nervous right now and I don't know why." Y/n mutters quietly, the warmth inside of Childe's car is doing little to ease her nerves, in fact the anxiety is only building up in her stomach.
"Relax, you guys aren't doing anything interesting any time soon anyway!"
This earns a pout from the girl in the passenger seat and she huffs at his answer, although not much is expected from this outcome anyway, so he's not entirely wrong about it. Besides, she's not sure she'd even be ready for something like that...
"Anyway, you should be romantic and kiss on the ferris wheel to make things a little more interesting." The ginger suggests with his signature grin, however the cheesy idea somehow actually manages to embarrass Y/n because she quickly looks away and mutters about something under breath.
"You don't like him again, do you? Not saying that you shouldn't!" He inquires again.
It takes a moment for Y/n to think. She's unsure of what to say. One hand, it seems like she's witnessing a new side of him, a one that seems more pleasant and less guarded than the one she'd initially fallen in love with. It's a positive thing, but after being hurt once by him, it feels silly of her to be so stupid to like him again. What if she's falling for the same trap twice?
"I don't know..."
Her friend gives a sympathetic smile but they've already reached the carnival. So, there's no point in dwelling. There seems to be a mutual agreement on this because the pair both exit the car and walk right into the carnival, Childe pulls out his phone and calls someone, eventually confirming their friends locations before he guides Y/n towards the spot.
Near the entrance stood the friends they were looking for: Lumine, Aether, Kokomi, Heizou, Scaramouche and Kaeya. Y/n pauses upon seeing Kaeya, she hadn't seen him since the incident that day at the library.
Scaramouche is the first to walk over and approach the h/c girl. He's dressed pretty casually in a grey sweater with some kind of print on it, a shirt layered underneath for the weather probably, but it's lazily hanging out from beneath the sweater and loose black pants to go with it. He looks undeniably good.
"Took you long enough." He scoffs and says, completely ignoring Childe's presence which makes the ginger poke Scaramouche's side.
He swats his hand away but his attention is caught when she has to pry her eyes away from something to pay attention to his words. Suspiciously, he turns around to follow her gaze and his eyes land on a blue haired male...Kaeya. Well at least it isn't Dottore...

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