Junho doubled over at a trash can and was puking his guts out. Jina stood next to him, shaking her head. The ride had rattled the old man so much that he was now even scared of his own shadow.
Does he really get rid of evil spirits? Jina laughed inwardly. Finally, Junho was done throwing up. He looked weak and frail, the roller coaster scaring the lights out of him. Even taking care of ghosts was easier than a day out with this little she-devil.
"Old man, this is what you get for trying to be too cool," Jina stated. "This is a lesson for you. Someday, you'll grow up."
"Oi!" he scowled. "I'm a grown up! You're the one who'll grow up someday!"
"If becoming old means I'll throw up after riding a harmless roller coaster, then I'd rather stay a kid," Jina shot back. Junho threw her a dirty glare.
"What else do you wanna ride?" he asked grumpily.
"I'll go easy on you," she said. "Let's just visit the haunted house."
