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The sun was up, the cool breeze was coming inland from the ocean, and there was not a cloud in the sky. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was absolutely miserable.

While many a tourist walked past Micah on the boardwalk pier, enjoying themselves and this weather, he was stuck in his booth, calling out, "Come on kids, come try your luck!" He would watch as another kid asked mom or dad for a $5, then they would pass it over to him. Once he flipped a couple switches, he would push a singular 'red button' (come on, cliché much?) to start them on their race. One kid won, got to pick a prize, then he would repeat it all. Over. And Over. And Over again. Meanwhile, others lived the summer days of their 'youth' to the fullest. Here he was, being all "responsible".

Micah sighed. He watched guys flirt with girls, watched parents chase after kids, and watched kids do things they probably shouldn't, but who was he to stop them? He had seen too much and it also felt like he had seen too little of life. His view always had a divide between him and 'living'. Heck, since summer had started, he had barely seen his friends. They were all out on the beach or at the bar or the club or whatever.

Truth was, Micah could've been out there too. He could go to the club, stay up late, get a few drinks, and just play that whole 'YOLO' life. Except he wasn't going to. He had plans. He had goals. He was...driven. Despite that, in this very moment, all his goals felt like bupkis.

His introspective loathing was interrupted by a shriek in the distance, followed by a very loud shout of, "STOP, THIEF!" Micah stood up a little straighter, looking down the boardwalk. His pier was one of four that jutted out into the water from the main boardwalk (which ran along the beach). It just so happened that his booth was close enough to the main boardwalk that he could look down both ways and people-watch. As he glanced down the direction that the call had come from, he saw someone sprinting in the direction of his pier. A fox wearing a heavy jacket was running full tilt, coming closer and closer.

First of all, heavy jacket, clearly suspicious. It was around 90-some degrees. Who did that? Second, he was clutching something to his chest. Obviously the culprit of whatever dastardly deed had been committed.

Micah had no clue what had been stolen, but he felt there was a certain code of honor among those who worked the boardwalk. You looked out for each other, because you all went through the same drudgery (though some got to work in an air conditioned building, grumble grumble). One of the precepts they followed was that you looked out for the guests. They basically kept your job going. So without any hesitation, he leapt over the side of his booth and ran for the fox.

The fox was looking back and not forward when Micah plowed into him from the side. Guests around him gasped or shouted in alarm, not fully grasping the situation yet (heh, tourists). The fox went one way, a squarish-shaped object slid another. Micah recovered quickly and went for the object. By the time he got to it and turned around, the fox was off and running again, now beyond Micah's cardio capabilities to catch. He shrugged and stood up, holding what appeared to be a lady's wallet with a strap hanging off the zipper on top of it.

He took a step back towards his booth, but his leg gave a small 'twang' and almost gave out underneath him. He caught himself with some effort. Stupid. He had collided with the fox so fast, his knee must've been hit somehow, maybe by the fox's knee? He wasn't sure, but it certainly did hurt. Typical of normal tourists, those around him stared, but then went back to their own business. He wasn't bleeding or screaming in agony, so he must've been fine.

Two more hobbling steps and he was starting to make his way back towards his booth, wallet still in hand. "Oh my, is that...?" A voice interrupted his inner thoughts and Micah glanced up. "Are you...alright?" The speaker was a koala, clearly. Those massive gray ears were rather unmistakable. The massive bust jutting out was also pretty hard to miss as well. Holy shit, Micah thought, then paused to ensure that had been inside his head and not aloud. Thankfully, it was.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine." He stood up straighter, pretending like nothing was wrong at all, "I assume this is yours?"

She nodded, placing both her delicate hands under her bust and then bobbed her head forward, "Yes, thank you so much! I couldn't...I mean, running is a bit... He got away." She stumbled over her words, but recovered, blushing a bit.

Micah paused, "Would it be okay if I look inside your wallet to verify it is yours? No offense?" His knee was throbbing, but he stood straight anyways.

"Oh, that would actually be reassuring!" She smiled. Micah unzipped the wallet and pulled out the license he was sticking out. There was cash, but he ignored it. The license read, 'Colo,' and had her smiling face pictured on it.

"Yep, that's yours, Ms. Colo." Micah put it back, zipped it up slowly, and passed it back over.

She gently took it back and took a deep breath, one hand moving from under her breasts to above them, "It's such a relief...all my money and credit cards are in here. I don't know what would've happened..." She took another breath, "Thank you. What's your name?"

"Uh, Micah. I just work here, Ms. Colo. Not a big deal. Anybody else..."

"Didn't jump out to stop him like you did." She grabbed his hand in both of hers, bringing herself even closer. She was wearing a rather revealing bathing suit considering how busty she was. It covered the front more like two bandanas tied together. Sure, Micah had seen all sorts of outfits and sexy swimwear, but somehow it was even more noticeable when it was moving up and down in front of him. "Please, just call me Colo. Can I help you back to your booth?"

"Uh...I'm fine." He coughed, taking a step to prove it, but when he placed his foot down, pain shot up his body. "Ugh...um. It would be...appreciated, actually, Ms. Col..." He stopped when she made a face. "Colo. It would be appreciated."

She smiled at him and took one of his arms, propping it up over her shoulder. "I saw you leap out of your booth, like a gallant knight."

"More like dumb carnival game worker. I didn't really have much of a plan other than hit the guy."

She gave a small laugh, "Well, I thought it was rather dashing. I can't believe no one else really did anything other than look... People! Humph."

Micah gave his own laugh, "You get used to it around here. People don't come here to be heroes. They come to slow down and relax, take in... the scenery." He coughed and glanced away as his eyes drifted down towards Colo's bust.

Once she got him back to his booth, he thanked her, "You should probably get back to your boyfriend or whatever." Smooth, dumbass, he mentally chided himself.

"Oh no, I'm actually here just visiting my aunt and uncle. I'm by myself." She stood there, watching him slide back inside the carnival stand carefully. He paused and glanced at her, standing there, looking at him expectantly.

"Uh...I...um...Get off?" He paused, realized what he had just said made no sense and quickly corrected himself, "I MEAN! I get off around 3 today!"

Colo nodded, "Should I meet you here then?"

Micah nodded dumbly, "That'd...be...great."

She smiled at him, "I can't wait to reward my brave knight!" With that, she turned and skipped away.

Micah's jaw hung open. He could see the front bouncing from the back. And her legs went for miles... He shook his head, turning to see three kids, probably no more than 8 or 9 sitting there, cash in hand. One of them grinned, "I got more game than you do, man."

Micah took his money, smiling, "Maybe you do, but I got the date tonight." When he pushed the red button to start the race, one kid's water gun didn't work. Oh dear, Micah smiled. Nothing was going to ruin his day.