It was quiet for a Saturday night. It was unusually quiet which had me wondering where everyone had gone to.

Maybe there was more Lana's than Ella's in the world. Maybe there was people that had to give up a night at the pier to go and finish their assignments due at the start of the semester.

As we walked past the ice cream place and passed the first stall, my phone went off again. It was Chase letting me know he had arrived at the meeting point.

"Not even a love heart on his contact name." Lana tutted as she peered over my shoulder at my phone screen.

I texted back and kept my gaze on my phone while replying "We are just speaking casually. I'm not expecting a declaration of undying love with my candy floss."

It was partly true. I did not expect a full-blown Drew Barrymore rom-com love story in my life but it was dishonest of me to say that I did not go home and read romance novels every night and wish that my life was somewhat like that.

I read a lot of books about love. A few were of the erotica genre, but most were Bronte and Austen and other classical romance authors.

Where Lana was publicly known as boy obsessed, I was more of a secret sucker for romance. In the comfort of my bedroom was where I obsessed over literary males and lived a vigorous romance through the pages of a good book.

Lana had never had a boyfriend because she was waiting for the one. Sometimes I sat and wondered if she thought a knight on a white horse would turn up and sweep her off her feet.

Even with only a few people traversing the pier, the place was in full swing. The lights and the music made everything seem alive and I allowed my eyes to shut momentarily.

I closed my eyes taking in the smell of cotton candy and other sweet treats.

"How I wish rides played good music." I eyed the waltzers in disgust.

Lana bobbed her head to the music but not before telling me to shut up.

"Who are you telling to shut up?" I asked before mentioning "It is not like the ride going to hear me and be offended."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile was still intact

"It is like the rides think to themselves what could make a spinning chair with migraine causing light worse." I told her with a sigh "So they decide to blast some overrated and repetitive song. Waltzer? More like torture?"

We had conversations about our contrasting music taste not long ago and it seemed clear our tastes could not be further apart.

"What is wrong with this song?" She laughed, her eyes flicking down to my wardrobe "It is not like they are going to play Smells Like Teen Spirit. This is a tourist attraction. Not a convention for emo's."

"Why not?" I asked pointedly "I might actually attempt to go on the puke machine if Nirvana was on. Plus, I heard Celine Dion playing one night next to the teacups."