A charade of human emotion.
The shadowy 'face' formed from craters on the lunar surface stared back at Dan Smith, the expression a little too relevant for comfort: Shock comparable with the young man's own irritation over the stupidity of his surroundings.
He had always hated carnivals, and this one was large enough to qualify as a theme park. The only real reason he had even attended was due to his small group of friends. Despite his generally abrasive attitude, he still sought to retain thier approval. So, as things were, he was trapped here, pretending to have a good time. He would have continued in his silent humiliation, but a voice brought his focus back to Earth.
"...n't you think so, Dan? Dan? Hello...?"
Frowning slightly, he turned towards the source of his interruption -- Only to falter when a pair of bespectacled green eyes stared up at him, mere inches from his face. Taking a few surpris