It was a warm August evening in Coney Island. Not too hot, not too cold. The sun was just starting to set, its warm orange glow enveloping the sky, followed with a faint pink. The lights of the amusement park illuminated the evening, and even on the quiet boardwalk near it, some happy shrieks were heard from the rides nearby.

Bucky and Steve were walking on the boardwalk each eating an ice cream, talking and taking in all the scents and sights around them. The warm sunset cast a glow and reflected on the water beneath them. It was quiet for a moment between the two then Bucky looked over at Steve with a grin,

Bucky: “You know, Steve, we could try the amusement park rides now. We’ve been on the boardwalk long enough.” Steve: “I’m not really in the mood.” Bucky: “Oh, I know! The Cyclone! We have to, Steve!” Steve: “Absolutely not.” Bucky: “Come on, Steve, it’s Coney Island!”