She stood quietly in the solo rider lane, looking like she was about to faint. So when I was sure nobody was watching me, I slipped under the bars to line up behind her instead.
“Gum?” I offered, holding out my last piece.
She glanced at me for a second, forcing a smile in polite refusal. I never thought anyone who looked so scared could look so cute.
I shrugged and tucked the gum back in my pocket, trying to keep it casual. Then I heard screaming; so did she, her head snapping to the source of the noise, eyes widening ever so slightly.
“That’s going to be me in a few seconds,” I said with a laugh, again attempting to start a conversation.
This time, it wasn’t in vain. “Yeah, me too.” I shouldn’t be able to hear her through the wind and the roaring engines and the nonstop shrieking, but I could, crystal clear.
Hey, maybe I was scared, too.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.