I brought her here on purpose tonight. She once mentioned how her parents never took her to an amusement park, and for some reason, that stuck with me. Yeah, I know things weren’t easy for her growing up—but we’re 21 now. There’s no way I was letting that slide. We’re best friends. She deserves nights like this.

And honestly? This might be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Seeing her smile like that—so carefree, so real—it actually made me forget how to breathe for a second. I know we’re just friends, but… who says I can’t appreciate her?

We stop in front of a “Shoot the Bottle” booth, and I feel that familiar itch to show off.

“Alright,” I say, grabbing the toy gun, glancing at the prizes. “Pick a doll. I’m winning it for you.”