As Steve and Lars struggled with the giant skull heads, Derek slipped into the Fall Festival to look for Amanda. He found her sitting on a bench with an ice pack to her eye and walked over quickly.
“Hey!” he said with a wave, forgetting that he was holding the marshmallow gun. Amanda flinched at the plastic weapon sailing toward her head. “Oh, sorry.”
He held out the gun as a peace offering. Amanda lowered the ice pack to look at him properly. “Derek, right?”
“I’m sorry I called you a jerk. I was just mad.”
“I know. I mean, it’s a haunted house in a soccer field. It’s not actually supposed to be scary.”
Amanda managed a smile and looked at the marshmallow gun in his hand. “How about you buy me some cocoa to go with those marshmallows instead?”
His eyes widened. “Um…okay.”