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Why did she have so much trash in such a small bag? That was the question. However, a small breath of relief was exhaled when she felt the cold, hard, embossed surface of a penny on her fingertips, and without a second thought, she sent it hurtling through the air and towards the fountain, coming up with her wish at the very last minute.

She’d just started growing accustomed to the feeling of his lips against hers—soft and warm, it was—and was slowly coming to the conclusion that it was better when it was him who leaned down as opposed to her reaching out for him, when he pulled away. An involuntary frown found its way to her lips, as did her hand, which gave her lower lip a light tug as if to peel his kiss away and hide it in her pocket for a rainy day.

"It’s better now," she says breathlessly, her chest heaving up and down. She gave his hand a light squeeze as he brought her closer to the exit, reluctantly following him out when all she wanted to do was hide away in the maze and kiss him for days (a stark contrast to the desperation to get out she felt earlier). She feared things would change in the daylight, but when they stepped out, the only noticeable change in Jensen was that he was more relaxed now, more confident. He talked a lot more, too, which wasn’t a bad thing. It was getting boring to always be the one filling the gaps of silence between them with nonsense.

"Um," is the only thing she manages to slip in, before he goes off about being a tour guide. She blinks furiously at him, trying to figure out if he was just joking around, or if this was what she’d previously heard the girls at the bathroom in the cinemas were talking about—the whole after kissing flirting and teasing, their favorite part.

"Your foreign tour guide," he echoed, sweeping his thumb against the cold, shiny surface of the coin, "thinks we should do everything traditionally. Make a wish."

He decided while the coin was doing backflips in the air that he wished that everything--this, especially--would turn out right, whatever right is. Jensen wasn't the kind to put much stock in such silly things, but figured it was worth the try in the meantime. As he waited for her to make her own wish, he stuffed his hands in his pockets again and watched the water as it was pushed and pulled with the sudden but dependable gusts of wind.

Ain’t no rest for the wicked~ Cage the Elephant 

Oh there ain’t no rest for the wicked, money don’t grow on trees. We got bills to pay we got mouths to feed, ain’t nothing in this world for free.

As Jensen spoke of bad dates and how, unfortunately, she wasn’t the worst, a lopsided grin found its way to her lips (and painfully so, considering her face was still very much swollen from her breakdown). Kai kept her gaze glued to their hands, her stomach twisting and turning in knots as they moved along. It wasn’t that hard to navigate the maze, apparently; she was just distracted.

"…Didn’t blow over too well," Jensen finished off. Kai let out a slight chuckle—she deemed it appropriate to do so—and allowed her thumb to rub against Jensen’s as if she were trying to figure out if this was real, if he wasn’t going to evaporate into nothingness anytime soon. She merely smiled when he offered her the lousiest American date title, too caught up in holding his hand again to care. After all, maybe in her delirious state from earlier this week, she could’ve just made him up inside her head.

"We don’t have to give up on the date if you don’t want to, Kai," Jensen continued after her silence. Kai’s head tilts to the side when she glances up at him, a thin blanket of confusion falling over her features, contorting her expression along with it. He mentioned hot chocolate and movies back at the dorm, and at this her mind wavered to thoughts of lying in bed with him, their limbs tangled with one another as their breathing evened out to a calm peacefulness, whatever movie they had chosen serving as background noise. It was a good idea, she decided, especially since the temperatures were dropping, but not just yet.

"I kind of want to see everything first," Kai mumbles, "just get it over with so I can stop wondering what it’d be like to see, like, you know, The Bean with my own two eyes."

They were nearing the exit now, and ahead of her she could see a bright white light streaming in through an open door. Kai’s heart begins to race, an overwhelming urge of now or never washing over her. She’s read plenty about how the night were made for things you couldn’t say in the day, but she figured that this darkness was an alright substitution for things she couldn’t do otherwise.

"Jensen," she says quickly, stopping in her tracks. "Jensen," she says again, giving his hand a light tug, "speaking of wondering what things would be like…" Kai gives his hand another tug, much stronger than the last, and brings him closer to her.

Just get it over with, a voice in her head said, and then maybe you can stop thinking about it so much.

Okay, the other voice replied. Good idea. The devil and the angel on her shoulders were in full agreement on what she was about to do.

"Just—let me…" Kai’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she got on her tiptoes, trying—as much as her short legs would allow her—to level her head with his. Her eyes traced his every feature in this proximity, and the thump thump thumping of her heart drowned out any noise, his voice and the fair-like music included. She felt as though she might pass out, her lungs constricting in her chest, her fingertips feeling like they’d been dipped in ice. And then, as the surge of confidence she had been waiting for kicked in, she cups his cheek with her free hand and gives him a light peck on the lips, lingering for a second before eventually ripping herself away in contentment.

Jensen's cheeks were painted a light rosy color once her palm brushed against his skin, her breath close as it glided over his lips in anticipation. It wasn't hard to figure out what was happening, but when her lips pressed against his, he found himself caught in momentary reverie. Their lips lay on top of each other almost perfectly, hers slightly lower as she struggled to reach his height and they were soft but fleeting. It was but half a second before her lips left his and his breath normalized, a little bit of longing in his gaze. Jensen had been thinking about this the moment he saw her, among other things if he was to be completely honest, but hadn't expected such an innocent moment after having shared such an experience. In this moment, Jensen was freed of his usual fog and was completely certain that he was falling and he was falling fast.

With a bit of a smirk set on his features, he bent down to kiss her again. Their lips were warm as they touched and his eyes fell closed at the small embrace, but to mirror her actions, he stole away quickly and said, "Good first week of school, right?" They could go farther and he thought about going farther, but he couldn't picture the moment overlaid with hot breath and a urgent clashing of lips. It didn't fit. Instead, he started to lead her toward the exit once again, their feet shuffling the lighter corridor leading to the exiting staircase.

As they exited the structure, Jensen caught the curious gaze of the woman who had let them into the funhouse in the first place; he thought he saw her eyebrow perk up as he led her into the thicket of tourists, but a father with his child blocked his view. Jensen almost blushed but he didn't have much to hide. The funhouse had temporarily patched their relationship, he thought.