Carla & Talia

“Finally,” Carla teases, bouncing on her toes. “We were about to start without you.”

“Not true,” Talia says, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “She’s been stalling until you showed up.”

Carla shoots her a mock glare, but you can’t help but laugh. The three of you fall into step together, weaving through the crowd.

At the first roller coaster, Carla throws her arms in the air and shouts, “We’re doing this one first, no arguments!” She grabs your wrist without hesitation and pulls you toward the line, her energy infectious. Talia just shakes her head, trailing behind. “You’re hopeless.”

On the ride, Carla dares you to raise your hands with her as the cars climb the steep hill. Her smile is wide and reckless, and there’s a thrill in how easily she pulls you into her fun. When the drop comes, your screams blend together, and when it’s over, Carla bumps her shoulder against yours, laughing. “Knew you’d love it.”

Later, while Carla runs off to win a stuffed animal at a ring toss booth, Talia lingers at your side. She offers you a quiet smile, softer than Carla’s teasing energy. “She doesn’t even realize she’s showing off,” she murmurs, then looks at you. “You’re good at keeping up with her, though.”

For a moment, the sounds of the park fade a little—just you and her, the glow of lights reflecting in her eyes. Then Carla calls your names from across the midway, holding up a giant teddy bear like a trophy, and the spell breaks with a laugh.

The night continues like that, back and forth between wild bursts of energy and quiet, stolen moments. Whether it’s Carla’s playful closeness or Talia’s lingering looks, you can feel something under the surface—like tonight might be the start of more than just fun at an amusement park.