A young man, late teens, early twenties, is leaning against a water fountain. He’s dressed in black, jacket, tee shirt, jeans, and highly polished combat boots. The fountain is red, plastic, and looks like a dog’s bowl. He’s skinny and rangy the way boys that age are, just a bit taller than average, and still a few years from filling out completely.
He seems to be waiting for something or someone. He’s checking the cheap digital watch he’s wearing frequently.
A few minutes pass. He checks his watch again, and seems anxious or irritated for an instant, then amused at himself.
A girl, early to mid twenties, stalks out of one of the paths past the rides. She’s wearing a slightly worn leather jacket, black and white checked leggings and a tie-dyed shirt. She glances around and sees the young man, and darts over to him. Asks him a question, he answers, they shake hands.
Somewhere, hidden and dark and quiet, something shifts. Perhaps, they should’ve noticed that, but instead they go up a couple of floors to grab some food. It’s not really the beginning, and as they go off to play laser tag, they aren’t aware that they’ve left the concept of just being friends behind.
In a few hours they’ll go get dinner at place he knows, neither of them realizing that they’d planned to be elsewhere.