Looking outside the lifting cubicle, Slyvester was in a foul mood.
“Look! People are getting smaller! Wow!” the boy gasped while looking down.
Slyvester stared at the boy. ‘If not because of this boy, it should be Ryan and me together.’
He felt so bad that the romantic ride on the Ferris Wheel turned out to be babysitting a boy he doesn’t even know.
“Can I ask something?” the boy mumbled while looking through the glass window.
“What?” Slyvester answered with a flat voice.
“Are you and that lady’s boyfriend?”
Slyvester suddenly thought that this boy was cute.
“Do we look like a couple?” smiling, he responded.
“No. You don’t look good together.”
‘Nope. He’s not cute at all,’ Slyvester changed his mind.
“That was so adorable, kiddo,” Slyvester said while pinching his cheek.
“Ahh! That hurts!” The kid complained, holding his reddened cheeks.
‘Terban isn’t here, but I could see his soul through this boy,’ Slyvester thought while faking a smile.
