"Oh, let's try that!"
"Lily, Lily! Come here, look at this shop!"
"Oh, gosh! How could you miss the shot, Damien?"
"Zia, Zia, let's try this tarot reading!"
"Victor, you need to win!"
The entire day passed with the group's infectious chatter, their words becoming the soundtrack to their carnival adventure. Ziana and Zayden, each lost in their own thoughts and feelings, tried to blend in with the group's joyous atmosphere.
Ziana, lost in her own dread, occasionally glanced at Zayden, worried if he was angry or annoyed with their day off. But every time their eyes met, she averted her gaze, like a bunny caught stealing its carrot.
Zayden, too, battled his own internal tempest. A mixture of emotions kept him occupied—anger, excitement, thrill, sadness, and everything in between. It was as though both of them were teetering on the edge of a volcanic eruption of danger, hesitant due to their complicated relationship, distant identities, and contract-bound personalities.
