THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HIM when he mentions winning her something already answers the question of just what they would be doing. determination bubbles inside of his chest, though a brief wave of confusion washes over him at the small admittance, â for you ?? of course i wouldnât mind. âreally, though ?? well, iâm more than happy to change that, m !! least i could do, honestly. come on, then. stick close, would you ?? â levi tells her, not wanting to lose her in the crowd of carnival goers. they make their way to game alley, not without him glancing back every few moments to make sure she was with him, satisfied to spot her keeping up with him,  â any special requests or prizes catching your eye there, madds ?? babe, name it and itâs yours. â
THE WAY HE SPEAKS TO HER makes her knees buckle, goosebumps run up her spine, her heart beat faster. she simply nods, with as much enthusiasm as she can rein in, quickly sticking as close to him as she can without actually touching his skin, pressing hers against his, the thought of which sending her tumbling into makeshift scenarios of romance, everything in her head, all that her heart can and will desire. if she could thank each and every other soul in the carnival, she would, if only because they were around, swarming, making him think her disappearance, loss, actually mattered, like a momentary distance between them could be so dangerous. grinning from ear to ear, her cheeks as red as a ripe tomato, she steals glances of him and awkwardly looks away long after their eyes meet, as if catching herself in a trance in the middle of one, while following his lead like a lost puppy. when he calls her babe, she almost loses it, but fortunately, she manages to keep her wits about her, managing not to answer with his name, though it takes her some time to come up with a more coherent and less lovesick answer, distracted with another flighty fantasy of their probable romance. â oh, uhm, i don't know... maybe something big and cuddly ?? â she brushes a stray strand of her own hair behind her ear, attempting to hide the fact that she was describing him, more or less, more than anything else.Â