They reached Disneyland and Zula was not happy to see the crowds. The traffic was visibly more dense as they approached the amusement park and there is a line to park! Before she got a chance to voice her displeasure, Ron drove on the side, and found a spot. She watched him put the parking receipt on the windshield.
"How did you get it?", she was genuinely puzzled.
Ron only winked and pulled her toward the entrance.
"Oh…", Zula sighed when she saw lines… lines of people, everywhere! There are security lines, ticket lines, lines, lines, lines!
"Don't look at them.", Ron told her with a mysterious smile and started leading her away.
Zula wanted to ask where are they going, the entrance is right there (where the lines are)… but she decided to keep it to herself. It does not matter, anyway. As long as she is with Ron, she is happy, and it's a date!
