“Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here over an hour again! I'm literally just walking around this fair by myself. It's embarrassing!” She said into the phone. Her boyfriend Carson, was supposed to be meeting her at the fair a town over from Campus. “Hurry up and get here.” She left another voicemail. 

Sophia ‘Grace’ Campbell was a nineteen year old from Montana. She got a full ride to the University of Alabama, so here she was. Her parents, Wayne and Lori owned one of the biggest ranches in Montana. She was the only daughter, and the youngest child after three boys. So she was the princess of the ranch as everyone called her. She was getting her Bachelors in Business Management, Accounting with a minor in Journalism. She loved photography but her Daddy wanted her to come back and run the office at the ranch, which was fine. She loved the Ranch. And she could still do photography on the side.

College Dorms weren't good enough for the princess so her Father had opted for a townhome until she graduated. Which was fine, it was way larger than a dorm room, she had her own space; no roommate. It was easier to study. And it was only minutes from campus. She had been back in Alabama for a week now and she was already missing Montana, home. The openness, the air. everything.

“Oh my goodness!” squeals erupted from her core as she ran into a large… tree? In the middle of the fair no? What? Oh it was a man! “I was not even paying attention, I am so sorry!” Her blue shushee was now all over this strangers shirt. “I- I'll buy you a new one! I can clean it off.”

Ammon

Ammon Kallius was new to Alabama. He recently just moved to start this job offer he got from the State of Alabama University to be a professor. He came highly recommended because he has his master's degree in most subjects. He was a very well rounded thirty-year-old. As a matter of fact, had just turned his current age a week or so ago. When he moved, he had heard about this fair and thought he might as well get out and see what it was like. 

His hometown well city, being from New York, wasn't used to smaller towns. He knew it was quite different. It was pretty crowded but not like a concert. He was able to walk around with ease, not bumping into people. He stopped at a vendor stall. He grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket to pay for what they called a funnel cake. It was probably fattening but one couldn't hurt. It did look really good. 

He just handed over a few bucks for the dessert and was receiving his funnel cake with powder sugar, chocolate and caramel sauce, and whipped cream. He couldn't wait to dig in when there was a collision with his back, involving something wet at that. He dropped his funnel cake and the vendor felt bad saying he would make another one but on the house. He turned to look down at the girl that was apologizing profusely. 

“It's quite alright. If you're from around here I wouldn't mind being shown to a restroom or fountain.” He said grabbing his second funnel cake and a little plastic fork to eat it with. He took his first bite and groaned slightly. “This is amazing, it's called a funnel cake?” The vendor nodded laughing a bit. “I know it's probably strange but I never had one before, funnel cake I mean.” He gave a sheepish grin.

"I'm so clumsy. I cannot believe I did that.." she mumbled. Shit. His shirt was yellow, she was quite sure it could stain. Do you offer laundry services to a complete stranger? It was her fault after all. “I cannot apologize enough... I'm so sorry, sir.” Her accent slipping out with that. She had ruined his shirt, and caused him to drop the funnel cake.

For the first time since this embarrassing encounter, her eyes trailed up and met the ones of the man she had ruined.  Eyes were practically bugging out of her head as he groaned after taking his first bite. Her head cocked as he questioned about the funnel cake that was in his hand. “You've never had a funnel cake before? Are you from mars?" she questioned “I have a lot of questions and concerns about that, but the restrooms are over there.” She said, as she pointed. “But I would be more than happy to buy you a new shirt. Considering your back is now covered in blue dye and probably freezing.. Follow me."

Ammon

The look on the female's face followed by her questions probably did make him rather odd. “No, I am not from mars.” He chuckled a bit. “I just never had funnel cake. I was usually pretty busy and don't normally eat sweets.” He stated as he followed her to a restroom like facility. “You are right it probably will stain but it's fine. I need to do some shopping anyway for work, I moved in this shirt so it's not like it's a favorite.” 

He noticed a bit of her accent as she talked. It was kind of cute. He walked into the bathroom and took off his shirt. He ran it under the sink faucet. It definitely did stain, but he got it to where it wasn't sticky anymore. He wrung out the water the best he could before putting it back on. When he walked out the bathroom, he wasn't expecting her to still be standing there. 

“I have a spare in my car.” He looked around, noticing the sea of people. “Perhaps I could bother you one more time and point me towards the parking lot.” He grinned slightly. Sure, he was tall, but he couldn't see where the fair started or ended. That is the only thing that sucks about being new to anyplace.

Who was this handsome man who she had literally ran into? The man who had never had a funnel cake before and apparently wasn't a fan of sweets? He was a complete stranger but she had never wanted to get to know another person more. What was this?

Her body moved from side to side as she waited for this man to exit the restrooms again. "Hey!" she said. "I can get you to the parking lot, but finding your car is another story." she said with a grin. "Follow me, again."

She began walking, and then turned her head to this stranger. "I'm Bekah-Lynn, by the way."

Ammon

He followed the female that was leading him through the crowds to the parking lot. “I don't think I would need help finding my own vehicle.” She was pretty funny if he did think so himself. “My name is Ammon by the way. I figured I should at least introduce myself to the kind and beautiful stranger that has helped me quite a bit.” 

Once they got to the parking lot, he walked off fishing his truck keys out of his pocket. He remembers where he parked and unlocked his truck. He opened the door and took a gym bag out, fishing for a clean top. He found a light gray colored top. He swapped them but the light gray was a bit tighter. It was his work out shirt. 

When he returned from his truck and to his surprise, she was waiting for him. “I hope I haven't monopolized your time from your friends, Bekah-Lynn” He smirked. “You have a very pretty name if you don't mind my saying.” He stood there with her as he looked around. “Which ride do you think is best? I haven't really been to a fair before.” 

Bekah laughed slightly. "I really hoped that you wouldn't need help finding your own vehicle, but you never know." she said. "It is very nice to meet you, Ammon."

She aimlessly waited for him to find another shirt. Her eyes wide, she looked around as he changed in the middle of the parking lot, well field. She quickly turned around, hoping he hadn't seen her staring.

She grinned as he walked back over to where she was waiting.  "I'm here alone actually, so." she said. Her cheeks blushed as he complimented her name. "I think it was the most.. country name my Father could pick that my Mom agreed on." she explained. "I haven't rode any rides... I've been giving myself a pep talk to ride the ferris wheel, honestly. I'm scared of heights, but I know the view would be amazing." 

Blinking a few times, she cocked her head again. “So not only had you never had a funnel cake, but this is your first fair as well?”

Ammon

“I am from New York. I know my way around a concert, a Broadway play here and there. But a fair or county fair, not so much. It's not so bad, and as far as sweets go, I've had a few but they tend to be too sweet. Overly sugary sweets tend to affect my stomach, but that funnel cake was pretty mild and pleasant to eat.”

He looked around at the fair then back at Bekah. “So why are you here by yourself? The majority of people that are here are with other people and you seem like that type to have plenty of friends. Not trying to assume.”  He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I think I might want to try my hands at one of these win a prize games. Did you just say you are scared of the Ferris wheel? Is it heights in general or just the Ferris wheel?” He said leaning towards her in a teasing gesture.

"New York City?!" She quetsioned. Wow. That seems like a complete other world. "I'm from Montana, so I guess I know my way around county fairs and rodeos." she explained. “Funnel cakes are my guilty pleasure.. But I promise you the ones in Montana taste so much better.”

"I- I had some a friend that was supposed to meet me, but they ditched. And I drove this way, so I wanted to explore for a bit before I go back home."

She grinned as he quetioned her about heights and ferris wheels. “I think it's heights in general. But I'm working on it…. Um. Would you want to go ride it with me? You're alone too?”

Ammon

“I will have to visit Montana just to try their funnel cake then.” He states as they walked through the fair. He stopped at one of those win a prize type game. It was some sort of darts game. He had to pop balloons with the five darts that they provided. He paid a couple of dollars and received five darts. He played darts at a few of the whole in the wall type bars in New York.

He took the Darts and popped four out of five balloons. He was handed a medium sized stuffed panda. If he would have gotten all five, he would have gotten a thirteen-inch stuffie but with only four he got a seven-inch random stuffie.

“Do you like pandas?” He said offering her the stuffie. When she told him that her friends ditched her. “I'm sorry to hear that. They should have just told you that didn't want to hang out instead of leading you on.” He said in a matter of factly type way. 

“If you need an arm to hold when you're scared you can use mine.” He chuckled offering his arm. “But sure, we should try it.” He said looking over at the Ferris Wheel. Looked like fun. “Yeah, I am by myself. I just recently moved here so I don't really know anybody.”

Bekah grinned softly as he mentioned Montana this time. "The state fair is the best. But all the county fairs are amazing too." she explained. She stopped when he did, standing in front of a dart game booth. 
Watched as he effortlessly got four out of the five ballons.

Her eyes sparkled when he asked if she liked pandas. "You won me a stuffie?" she questioned before taking the panda in her arms. "He's adorable!" Nodding with him when he said whoever should have just told her they didn't want to hangout. "I completely agree. But that's not the type of friends I have." It was honestly crap, the things she put up with.

"Oh- Thank you!" she said as she softly took his arm. Panda in the other. "Let's go."

She was determined to get through this ride. Everyone talked about amazing the view was, and she wanted to see for herself. "Well. Look. You already have one friend... Two if you count Mr. Stuffie."
 

Ammon

He raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Mr. Stuffies? That's what your going with? How original…” He laughed teasingly at her choice of names. It was a nice notion of getting to meet people. He wasn't introverted just maybe unapproachable maybe. He was about five foot eleven, muscular but not overly buff and when not in his professor attire, his arm tattoos were in full display. He was the type to go for morning runs sometimes worked out at the gym but wasn't like a super health freak he just had a really good metabolism which caused him to not gain weight only thing that varied was muscle mass.

He looked very approachable if he smiled but who smiles for 24/7 there are moments when he looks serious and at times I could be a little intimidating. Ammon is normally very friendly once he is approached. As they were walking over to the ferris wheel his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw the caller ID was his mother.

“I need to take this if you would give me but a moment." He answered the phone. “Hey Mom.” She was already bombarding him with questions. “What are you talking about? I sent you a text when I arrived in town.” All that was heard from his side was incoherent mumbling. “Oh yes how could I forget about your not so tech savvy ways. It's pretty loud here, I'm going to call you later I'm at a county Fair. Love you.” With that he hung up his phone and turned his attention back to Bekah.

“Sorry about that, that was my mom. She claimed I never let her know I arrived here safely. If she would have looked at her text messages then she would have known. Now where were we?”

Bekah looked at him and grinned. "Well. I wasn't expecting to name something today! I was put on the spot." she complained. "I think Mr. Stuffies is an adorable name anyway!"

She held his arm as they walked toward the ferris wheel, until his phone began to ring and he fished it out of his pocket. "Yes, of course." she said, stepping back a few steps.

"Are you close with your Mother? Did it bother her when you decided to move down here?" she wondered what her own parents would think if she just up and moved away. Granted she did, but they were pushing her to do so she could attend Univsersity so she could get her degree and then eventually move back.

"To the ferris wheel?" she asked as she looped her arm through his again with a soft smile. "If I cry, you cannot make fun of me."
 

Ammon

“I suppose you could say I am. We've always been a pretty tight-knit family. I moved out when I went to college actually I think all of us did. I have an older sister and a younger sister. We all lived close enough up until my older sister moved to California. She comes back on holidays though like Christmas and she'll stay until the new year and stuff like that. Now I moved and so all that's left is my little sister.”

They were waiting in line to ride the ferris wheel. The closer in line they got to the front he looked up at the circular amusement ride and couldn't wait. With the height he knew the view would be spectacular. “I can't can't make any promises.” He laughed teasingly. She was so adorable he wondered if after this would he run into her again. Before he knew it they were at the front of the line and the ride guide was letting a couple off and asking them to get on.

He offered her a hand to help her slide into the ride seat before getting in himself. “ You ready?” He gave her a wink and offered her his hand.

"I think that's amazing." she said. "Having a tight knit family. My Parents run a Horse Ranch in Montana. My brothers help with that, I'm the one that got to get away for a little while.. But I miss home." she explained.

Her legs grew heavier, the closer to got the  line for the Ferris Wheel. It seemed like no sooner than she blinked, Ammon was helpping her get seated on the ride. "Oh. My. Gosh." she squealed. The ride slowly started moving. "I cannot breathe," she whispered as she took his hand. “I'm going to panic. Oh. Why did I want to do this?”