I tossed the rest of the hotdog into the trash and followed him past the boat races and the Ferris Wheel, bells and carnival music echoing in the night and middle school kids racing up and down the pathways.
Heading up to Winter Mount, the ghost train, Elio nodded at the brunette guy running the ride, the man opening the gate and signaling the next person in line to wait.
My cheeks warmed in embarrassment at cutting others in line. We could've waited our turn.
I glance up at Elio, unsure if I wanted to take this ride.
But I did tell him to take us somewhere dark.
However, this ride looked creepy, and we were confined indoors in a car that only allowed one vehicle per section, so by the time we pushed through the doors and entered the next theme, the car ahead of us on the track was go
