She reached out with a finger to gently poke the soft plush, a hum dropping from her lips. "Can't say I did," she laughed. "Which I think is another tally for you in the dork column, since I don't know many people who keep up with the rarity of stuffed animal prizes at carnival games," she added, a teasing smile tracing her lips. "It's okay, though, you get a pass because you're cute." Kaitlyn pursed her lips as he turned the question back on her. "Yeah, no, you're definitely right that I feel like almost any of these could lead to some sort of Final Destination style end for me," she agreed. Feeling his arm now on her shoulder, she turned back to him with a grin. "What a shame. Guess that means I'm stuck hanging out with you."
"Wow, stuck with me? Tragic. Absolutely devastating. I don't know how you're going to recover from spending your evening with someone who has excellent taste in carnival prizes and was kind enough to share his popcorn with you," he teased, clearly amused by her comment. He glanced back down at the plush tucked under his arm, shaking his head with a small laugh. "I mean, I guess if this is my punishment, I'll survive somehow. Could be worse. You could've gotten stuck with someone who makes you listen to them explain their fantasy football lineup or bragging about how much weight they can bench press."




















