“This is such a pain,” Lynnette hissed, stooping over to pick up the nail she’d just dropped.
“Come on, Lynny,” Marcus grinned sheepishly, taking a step back and obviously enjoying the view, "It's not that bad."

“I told you not to call me that,” she frowned, retrieving the nail and hammering it into the large board beside the archway leading from East Clock Town to the park with several light taps, “Especially not in public, Marcus.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Marcus scoffed, his hand gravitating to her shoulder whilst she finished hammering in the last nail. She quickly turned and stepped past him, evading Marcus’ creepy gesture of “it’s been three years and I still haven’t learned my lesson”. After three years, however, this routine was just that—routine. 

“He can’t seriously expect us to pin all of these things up,” she sighed, “He made way too many. I mean, look—“
“I heard he’s been on about that Rock Circus in town, you know,” Marcus shrugged as they kept walking.

“Why should I have to suffer for his dumb feud with that Grout Mutah guy?” Lyn sniped, “Whatever. Let’s just pass some of them out for now. I want to get some shopping done… come on.” She slipped the hammer and small box of nails Fyer had given her into her satchel and took a few flyers from Marcus. There was a somewhat lanky looking man sitting on a bench nearby looking at a book. Looking, she thought, because the man certainly didn’t look like he was reading it. How could he? Whatever was written on those pages he was leafing through didn’t look like any words she’d ever seen, she noticed as she approached him. If he was some dorky historian, he certainly didn’t look the part. 

“Hey,” Lynnette said softly, extending her arm to hand him a flyer. The image on the flyer was an intricate piece of artwork done in black and blue ink with the words “Black Marsh Circus” neatly written across a banner at the top of the paper. A depiction of Lorelei the Siren, dark waves of water, and a few other performers from the troupe, including Marcus, decorated the page. At the bottom were several show times for their nightly and afternoon performances over the next several days, the nightly shows known for being of a more mature nature.

Once the man looked up, she smiled faintly.... he was pretty cute. “Catching the show tonight?” she smiled.