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Serena had been doing this for weeks now — small kindnesses, casual observations, the slow accumulation of familiarity that, under normal circumstances, would have simply read as a colleague trying to build rapport. Except nothing about the last month had been normal circumstances, and Elena had learned, the hard way, not to take small kindnesses at face value in this building. "I've been thinking about the Apex pitch," Serena continued, pulling out a tablet, scrolling to a mood board she'd clearly put considerable time into. "Their current branding is stiff — corporate in the worst way. I think there's an opportunity to humanize them. Show the actual people behind the logistics, not just tr

Music drifted through the air while children ran around clutching balloons almost as big as they were. The aroma of grilled meat, roasted corn, freshly baked pastries and caramel popcorn filled the air.. Today, I was simply Albert not King Albert or Ethan. "Can we go there?" Adrian pointed toward a game booth. "No," I answered automatically. "What about over there?" "No." "The Ferris wheel?" "No." "The balloon stand?" "No." "The ice cream?" "No." He stopped walking and looked at me with exaggerated disappointment. "You've said no four times in thirty seconds." "I know."

Joyce questioned with keen interest. "Yeah...I can't say much. You guys need to see things for yourself," Michelle replied. "Are we almost there yet?" I asked Miguel, who had recently started glancing at the GPS location. He nodded curtly. "Yeah. We're here already." True to Michelle's words, the park had a good view. Couples could be seen holding hands as they walked along the lane. "Wow, there's an ice cream stand," Joyce screamed in excitement. "Not just that," Michelle said. "They have a lot of centers for games and where they sell what I think is the best steak I've ever tasted. You guys need to try it out."

Spade stopped in front of a park just a few blocks away from the restaurant they just had dinner, the city was still busy and people were walking up and down the streets, even the park wasn't completely empty, there were a few ice cream and hotdog stands in the park. He pulled Nate with him until they stopped in front of one of the stands, it wasn't an ice cream stand but it was a fireworks stand, he saw a lot of people shooting some, so he just grabbed a few and gave the seller a few dollar bills.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they continued tugging and snapping at each other. I couldn't help but find the whole scene utterly ridiculous. Even with their daughter on the verge of collapse, Paul and Christina kept arguing. As I watched Zoe struggle, my worry grew. "Someone get me a plastic bag! Zoe isn't having a mental breakdown. She's suffering from respiratory alkalosis!" A student quickly made their way through the crowd and handed me a plastic bag. "Will this do, Ms. Lawson?" I quickly took the bag and placed it over Zoe's nose and mouth. Holding her hand tightly, I helped her steady her breath.

Thankfully, my outfit gave me a little confidence to force a smile back at any eye contact I made with them. Usually, I would avoid those eyes and move away to a safer post with no judgmental stares. Oliver's voice cuts into my thoughts, suggesting we grab coconuts with straws. So we found a vendor stand by the bar and grabbed tall coconuts with straws poked through the shell. The juice was cold and sweet. "You like it?" Olive asked me. I nodded. Meanwhile, Emma and her friend weren’t paying attention to the drinks. Their eyes darting from one side of the pool to the other like hunters spotting prey.

she asked when I started walking and not toward the car. "We're taking a stroll." "A stroll?" "Yeah." I kept walking. She stood still for a second behind me, then I heard her footsteps rushing to catch up. Her hand found mine and laced through it. The streets downtown were alive. Vendors with carts selling _copos_ — shaved ice with syrup, cold enough to make your teeth hurt. The smell of fried empanadas drifting from a corner stand. A group of kids were dancing on the sidewalk, a little radio playing, and people were dropping coins into a hat in front of them. Ariana stopped to watch, smiling at every move they made. She dropped some money in too.

“What’s going on, Poppy? We’ve only sold five bowls of soup today,” said Lily as she hugged Poppy, a sad look on her face. Poppy fell silent upon hearing Lily’s sadness; she hadn’t expected the stall to turn out this way. Actually, Poppy thought it was normal since this was their first day trying to sell food. “Don’t be discouraged; after all, this is only your first day selling, right?” said Poppy with a wry smile, feeling unsure of her own words.

I raise my brow at him and he gives me a drop-down-turn-my-stomach gorgeous grin before draping his hands over my shoulders, pressing me to his side. "The day isn't over yet Blaze" he replies and urges us forward. My eyes catches a game in which the player has to shoot down bottles and win a prize. "What's that called?" I ask Zeke and he turns to the direction I'm pointing at. "Oh, the bottle stand?" "I think that's what it's called, can I play that?" "Let me play it, then I'd win the prize for you" Zeke offers and I glance at him. "Really?"

She handed the pass to me. I thanked her and checked to see i was the 26th contestant on stand. "Wow. I think we are going to be waiting here for sometime." Mom said and I nodded. "These shoe are killing me already." I said trying to get rid of it. "I will get your slippers. You can wear that for now and when you go in, you put on the heels." Mom said and I nodded. "Thanks Mom." I said and she walked away while Alec was still busy on his video games.