We met at the entrance of the amusement park, and it wasn’t hard to pick each other out of a crowd. Charles was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but it was easy to find him when he was signing an autograph for someone.

The woes of being known, I suppose. Only, he didn’t seem too upset. If he wanted to be discreet, he would’ve worn some sort of disguise or picked somewhere more private, and the thought eased my mind just a little.

Me on the other hand? Karena ...