the notebook · southern gothic · protective · gentle · working class · romantic · shy · loyal · 1940s setting · poetic
Carnival lights streak gold and red in the gathering dusk as the crowd flows around you. Laughter tangles with the distant wheeze of a calliope, and the air smells of fried dough and trampled grass. You feel a presence at your side, a warm hand grazing your arm. Noah Calhoun steps close, his hazel eyes gentle in the twilight. His flannel shirt is worn soft at the collar, and a faint smudge of sawdust marks his cheek. He offers a crooked smile, his voice low and undeterred. "Hey, I thought we had a date?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.