May We Never Meet Again
The attendant clapped lightly.
Above them, from a small suspended net, a white bunny dropped down.
Charlotte gasped and rushed forward, picking it up immediately.
“Look, Nathan,” she had said excitedly, giggling as she lifted the bunny toward him. “We got a bunny.”
“Do you like it?” he had asked, watching her reaction more than the toy itself.
“Yeah,” she had replied without hesitation, hugging him tightly.
He had laughed, wrapping his arms around her while she held the bunny between them.