The night is cold, but the fun fair glows—soft lights spilling over laughter and music, wrapping everything in warmth that doesn't quite reach me.
I sit at the table, waiting for Deniz, my gaze fixed on my lap. My face still burns.
I shouldn't have ridden that roller coaster.
I screamed like a lunatic.
My fingers curl into my lap as I scold myself. Neon, you ruined everything. What must he think of you now? I swallow, my chest tight. You always embarrass yourself.
"Here," Deniz's voice breaks through my thoughts.
I flinch slightly as he sets a box of hot, spicy dumplings in front of me. I look up, a little startled. He's watching me—carefully, like he's afraid I might disappear if he blinks.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
I lift my lips into a smile that feels thin. "Yeah. I'm fine."
He sits beside me. Close enough that I can feel his warmth, but he doesn't crowd me.
"Let's eat."
I nod, pick up my chopsticks, and take a bite—
—and instantly regret it.
—burns.
