"Thank you," Amaya said, bowing her head at the ticket counter, a polite smile dancing on her lips. She turned over to Zeya, who was sitting on a chair, waiting for her. Amaya flashed the tickets, grinning like a kid who just found the last cookie in the jar.
"Oe!" Zeya yelped, her eyes darting as she spotted a little girl running towards her. The girl collided with Amaya, her ice cream splattering like a mini explosion, leaving a sticky mess on Amaya's dress. "I-I'm sorry!" the girl squeaked, her big eyes brimming with tears. Amaya clicked her tongue, irritation flickering in her gaze. But then she caught Zeya's wide-eyed stare, slightly worried by the incident.
