"Oh crap, my hat," Reina Thorne instinctively cursed.
Flynn Knight reacted quickly, catching her hat in mid-air.
"Not bad," Reina praised.
Flynn twirled the bucket hat around his fingers, "Wanna go?"
Reina snatched the hat back and put it on.
Afterwards, the two of them went to enjoy the night market ahead.
First stop, balloon shooting.
Flynn thought this activity was a great way to vent one's emotions.
He held the gun single-handedly, raising an eyebrow, "Wanna have a match?"
"Aren't you tired of competing all the time?" Reina aimed the gun at Flynn.
Flynn was calm and composed, his smile deepening; he raised his gun with one hand, aiming at her, "Wanna bet I could shoot straight to your heart with one shot?"
Reina feigned retching, "Spare me your cheesy pick-up lines."
The vendor watching them point guns at each other thought, young people nowadays are really something.
Reina aimed at the balloon wall, "Loser's a dog."
