Ryan had bombed my phone with text messages and eventually it was evening for our outing
I stepped out onto the porch, and my eyes widened in surprise. Ryan was standing beside a sleek, black sports car, a casual smile on his face.
"Oh my God, is this your car?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ryan's smile grew, and he nodded. "Yeah, it's mine."
I couldn't believe it. The car was gorgeous, and I couldn't imagine Ryan driving anything less than perfect. I walked towards the car, running my hand over the hood.
"Wow, it's beautiful," I said, feeling a little awestruck.
As we drove to the fun fair, I couldn't stop smiling. Ryan seemed relaxed and at ease, which made me feel more comfortable. We chatted and laughed, enjoying the music and the scenery.
When we arrived at the fun fair, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the vibrant stalls and rides. As we walked through the crowds, I turned to Ryan, a mischievous glint in my eye.
