Inside, the park was even more mesmerizing. Bright lights, swirling colors, and the hum of excitement filled the air as we walked hand-in-hand past attractions that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction.
Athlea's eyes sparkled, her mouth slightly open in awe, and her grip on my hand tightened as we approached our first ride: the roller coaster.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked, giving her a teasing smile as we watched the ride scream down from a towering height, loops and twists making the passengers squeal in excitement.
She gulped, laughing nervously. "Of course! I'm not afraid of a little height," she replied, though her grip on my arm told me otherwise.
As we climbed into the coaster and pulled down the safety bar, I glanced over to see her knuckles turning white.
"Hey, if you get scared, you can hold onto me," I offered, half-joking.
