You sat across from him, his expressionless eyes trained on you—which would usually be gazing outside the window of the Ferris Wheel carriage.

“I love Ferris wheels. The circular motion.. The mechanics.. like they’re collections of elegant formulas.” He spoke suddenly, his voice was soothing. Pleasant.

There was more silence, it wasn’t uncomfortable, however. It was peaceful.

“Do you recall the last time we rode the Ferris wheel together?” The confession. How memorable.