We kept roaming on the wonderland. The entire time, Omar didn't let go of my hand. We roamed around for a bit and Omar did talk, but I wasn't listening. My mind was focused on how our hands fit so perfectly. I couldn't help but feel happy.
"So, where do you want to have lunch?" Omar asked.
I looked around. "I don't know," I said until my eyes fell on the cotton candy shop that was a few blocks away from where we were standing.
I was excited. I always loved cotton candy. It was cheap and yummy.
"Omar," I tug his hand as he looked at me. "Let's eat cotton candy!"
Omar looked at me as if I was crazy. "Cotton candy for lunch?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yes! Let's go!" I laughed as I held his hands tighter and dragged him towards the cotton candy shop.
I ran there with dragging Omar and reach
