They cuddled against each other for the remainder of the ride, Clint rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb, while she stared off at the skyline. The parking lot faced the north, but the Ferris wheel offered an excellent view of the moon casting its romantic glow along the ocean, the waves underneath ripples of ink. All too soon the ride was over, not that Aimee expected hours in the rocking chair, but it still seemed rather short for the price, especially with all the stops to let people on and off. The man unlocked the bar and Clint offered her a hand out of the rusty lift. They quickly scooted out of the next patron's way, Clint clutching her hand and leading her to the side. “What do you want to do now?" he asked, as soon as they were clear of the waiting people.
“Daddy!"
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