Fresh Baked Bread (cottagecore)

Fairgrounds

The crowds buzz around the pair, and time seems suspended in place.

The lot is stuck within that not-quite-afternoon not-quite-sunset stupor, and the sights and smells of the fair fill your head with a sort of intoxicating happiness.

The two of you walk the grounds, marveling at the way the dirt bikers race the track, and the street performers juggle impossibly large rings of bowling pins high into the air. Your companion's laugh fills your ears.

It's a clear pure sort of laugh that would put the most beautiful singer to shame. You'd give anything to make them laugh. Over and over.

You buy yourselves some cotton candy. It sticks between your fingers, but you don't mind at all. You laugh as your friend takes a big bite, leaving some of the fluffy strings on their nose. 

"You better be careful, you'll get ants!" you giggle, wiping the stuff off with your thumb

"The only ant I'm getting is YOU!" They shove you playfully in the shoulder.

You marvel at the way their hair looks in the dimming light. All shiny and smooth. Sort of sticky, now that cotton candy is involved, but what's a bit of sugar between hairs? Right? 

Just as the sun begins to set you find yourselves atop the highest attraction. A big boat ride that flips its passengers all the way around. You were eager at first, but now you're hesitant. 

Your stomach drops as the ride begins, but just as it reaches its peak you force your eyes open. The park is beautiful.

Bathed in a flurry of lights from the sun and rides alike, you can see all the way into town. Skyscrapers crown the horizon, and beyond that, a sparkling blue ocean. The carnival is it's own sight. Flashy funhouses and rollercoasters, a giant ferris wheel now below them. A huge swing ride with cheering passengers. 

The most beautiful sight is your companion. Shining in their own way, light bouncing off of them in a flurry of warmth. The warmth might be the peachy sunset orange-ness, but you know deep down that the heat comes from the smile that beams from them.

Your hair falls into your face as the ride stops, and though you are shaky you enjoyed every second of it. Your partner grabs your arm for balance, laughing as you grab the handrail for support. 

The light finally begins to slump over the horizon, and as it does, all the street lights around the carnival light up at once. Each of them casting a colorful swell of light on the paths below. 
You find yourselves on a cozy little bench just on the edge of the commotion.

You find yourselves as outsiders, looking into a beautiful, almost utopian place. You find yourself thinking that any place could be utopia with them. 

"Everything here is so beautiful."

"It's a bit flashy for my tastes. I'm more taken by... gentler things." they reply, lifting their gaze to meet yours.

You feel your face heat up at the way their eyes shine, and the way their ears are pink in the dim light.

You shrug it off as sunburn, but you both know better.