Andrew stood outside the bright and crowded amusement park, he was dressed in a black hoodie that hung loosely on his broad frame, the thick fabric softening the sharpness of his shoulders. The hood draped behind him, it's drawstrings resting against his chest. His hands were buried in the pockets of black joggers, it was an outfit Anne had suggested as he wouldn't be seen wearing something like this outside.
He glanced at Anne uncertainly as she stopped to look back at him wondering why he had suddenly stopped.
Andrew looked up at the giant rollercoaster in the distance recalling a past memory of a kid passing by this very park with his mother holding his hand, a rare occurrence, the kid had stared hard at the rollercoaster and the entrance of the amusement park then looked up at his mother, but he hadn't dared make any requests.
"Andrew, let's go!" She called for him and he grabbed her hand dragging her back when she was about to hurry into the park.
