"Wow! This ride looks totally awesome... but I'm surprised you guys haven't gone on THAT yet." said Layla, pointing to the Tunnel of Love.
"Ah-ah," said Musa, wagging her finger. "Not until your 'K' shows up."
"Oh, I really hope he does," said Layla rather distantly (no prizes for guessing what's on her mind here).
"Oh, I'm sure he will... he wouldn't have gone to all that trouble to send those flowers if he was gonna stand you up, isn't that right Teggy?... Teggy?" Musa looked at Tegryn, who was busy tucking into a toffee apple. "Teggy! That's your third one today! And why are you eating that now? You'll be sick!"
"Oh, I'm sorry..." he said between munches, "Did you want a bite?"
"Oh, I'll bite you in a minute! Come here!"
Layla, Tune and Polli laughed hard at this little play-fight that was ensuing, but Piff's attentions were elsewhere. She had noticed a bright blue balloon gently floating past them and, being the sort who's naturally into bright floaty things, she went after it.
Layla gasped as she realised her little pal was missing. "Piff! PIFF!" she shouted as she frantically looked around - eventually, she caught a glimpse of Piff through the crowd as the little pixie disappeared around a corner, still in hot pursuit of her balloon.
"I gotta go get Piff!"
"But you're gonna lose your place in the queue!"
Layla desperately raced after her, but as she ran around the corner she hit something solid, ending up on the floor.
A kind voice chuckled "We really must stop meeting like this!"
She looked up to see a familiar face smiling down at her - it was the same guy she bumped into yesterday, cradling Piff and her new toy in his arms. Layla broke into a huge grin as she recognised him, then quickly tried to regain her composure.
"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to run into you again."
"Never mind, I'm just glad I managed to find you. I didn't realise this place would get so busy. Here, let me help you." he said, offering his free hand.
Tentatively, Layla took his hand and allowed him to pull her up. She quickly dusted herself down, then looked up at him - she didn't realise until now that they were barely six inches apart. As she gazed into those hypnotic eyes of his, she felt her heart skip a beat. She could feel herself getting totally lost again, the excited chatter and screams from the crowd turning into nothing more than a barely audible buzz.
"I was thinking..." he started. "Maybe next time, we should meet up somewhere less crowded... somewhere where its just you and me."
"Uh huh," Layla murmured dreamily. "I'd... like that."
"Me too..." he said with a wry smile, "But not as much as I'd like this." Slowly, he released her hand and gently caressed her head as he leant forward, edging ever closer to her. Her expectant lips started to tremble in anticipation, as did the rest of her body - she knew what was coming. Closing her eyes, she drew herself closer and closer until... that magic moment had finally arrived, the moment she had yearned for since their first meeting just one day before. As her lips met his, she could feel her heart beating a thousand times a minute. Her head was spinning, her soul was aflame, she was completely oblivious to the world around her - the only thing that mattered was right of in front her, touching her, kissing her softly yet passionately.
After a few mesmerising seconds which seemed like minutes, he drew away, leaving her standing, her eyes still closed, her mind still in a state of ecstasy. Gradually, she woke from her waking dream and opened her eyes... he was gone. She touched her lips, which were still tingling... where was he? Did she just imagine that, or did it happen for real? And then as she looked around, she groaned in exasperation.
"Damn... I still don't know his name."