Meredith.
The breeze was warm when we stepped outside, but the sky had changed. The sun was gone, swallowed by thick clouds that dragged across the sky like a warning.
Still, I was too focused on the fluffy tower in Dennis's hands to care.
"Here," he said, tearing off a bit of the pink cotton candy and holding it out.
I plucked it from his fingers and placed it on my tongue. It was sweet, light, and even melting before I could even chew.
"Oh…" I murmured, "More. I want more."
Dennis laughed and bought me another—same pink cloud, bigger this time—before purchasing a blue one for himself.
I took another bite of mine, savouring the sugar dissolving on my tongue. But curiosity won over gluttony. I was suddenly interested in trying his own.
"Let me try yours," I said, without batting an eye.
Straightaway, he held it out, and I took a small pinch of the blue fluff.
"Mm. Not bad," I mumbled as soon as I tasted it.
