To love you

The beginning

I walked out of the cafe at 5 pm and took a detour to the carnival. Yeah I know. It was all festivals in that town that week. All everyone did was run around, rally and once in a while, lose their children or spouse or friends in the gigantic crowd. I was happy with my life, don't get me wrong. But I really wanted some free time. I was clearly living the life I had always desired. Majoring in Psychology and having a part time job to be self-dependent. I never craved relationships, any kind actually. I wanted to live and be in my own world, whatever world that might be.
Then I woke up to the reality. Taking classes, studying my ass off and then working at the cafe, doing some volunteer work once in a while and taking piano lessons now because I had always desired to learn it my family wasn't in the right place to do that at that moment. Anyway, enough about me. Now let's just talk about the carnival.
There was a ginormous carousel and small stand-by shops and carts all around. And full of people. I really never have been a big fan of people. Or carousels. Or carts.
But I needed a form of chaos. I needed to just get everything stressful out of my system. I walked around in my white t-shirt and jeans. It was 6 pm and Paige called me to see where I was. She immediately wanted to come. But instead of being upfront and telling her that I wanted to be alone, I just pretended not to hear her and shouted that I couldn't hear her and hung up. I know. Pathetic.
I walked around some more. Saw a few couples playing a lot of games at the arcade. And then there it was. All lonely and alone. And I really wanted to play this hammer arcade game for a very long time and there it was. You know the game where you hit the machine with the hammer and the meter goes up? I went up for it and entered the coins. Before starting I looked around to see if anyone was there watching me or not because I didn't want to make a fool of myself.
I picked up the hammer. It was FREAKING HEAVY. wow. Hit it the first time. I went like a tiny bit. Not enough to even notice. Then I hit it again. And again. And again. By that time, I was all sweaty and exhausted. Then I heard a chuckle behind my back. I turned behind. It was a guy. He was wearing a t-shirt with Game Of Thrones written on it.
"You're really weak." He came forward and took the hammer out of my hands. I thought at first that he would hit it himself but he didn't. He put it down and pointed somewhere. At the Pac-Man archade machine.
"You should play that one. It's fun. Or you could come with me." He grinned.