Carnivals in small towns are also where people go to meet and flirt. They start in middle school and continue until they're old enough to go to clubs. Even over 21, they often come back every summer to see and be seen.
This group intrigued me, though I couldn't tell who they kept looking at. Whoever it was followed them from place to place because someone in the group kept checking and frowning. I was almost curious enough to ask, but the look on the guy's face - the guy wearing the 'beater' - kept me at a distance and using the 'voyeur cam' and pretending I wasn't watching them.
Tonight was the last night. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to be forced to be creative again.