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I’m starting to lose circulation in my arm. I would have minded if his reaction weren’t totally hilarious.

Bryan seems terrified, though, so I try my best to not laugh. I may not be his biggest fan, but I still let him hold my arm for the rest of the ride.

When we finally come to a stop, Bryan doesn’t get up.

“Um... you okay?” I ask.

At the sound of my voice, he slowly turns to look at me. His eyes are wide and kind of glazed, like he’s stunned.

“Hello?” I try again.

Bryan snaps to attention, his gaze immediately focusing on me. “How can you be perfectly fine after that ride?”

I finally lose it, giggling so hard that I can barely breathe. “It made my stomach churn a bit, but I thought it was really fun! I freakin’ love roller coasters.”

Bryan groans. “Ugh, I wish I’d known that sooner. You were acting like you were scared earlier! I’m going to be sick.”

“Ithasbeen a long time since I’ve ridden one,” I explain. “Iwasn’t sure if I’d still like it.”

I gently help him out of his seat. By that point, a small crowd’s begun to gather around us, only deterred by the ride workers who are doing their best to usher everyone out of the disembarking area.

Mr. Lee steps in front of us so the fans can’t get a good picture of Bryan in his current state. I shift my weight a little so I’m blocking people’s view of him, too. No one deserves to have photos taken of them when they’re about to lose their lunch.

“Here, I’ll help you find the restroom,” I say.

With Mr. Lee’s help, I navigate Bryan to the bathrooms. Thankfully, Bryan doesn’t throw up—not that I could hear, anyway—but he doesn’t come out for a long time. When he finally does, his face and hair are a bit wet, like he splashed water on himself.

“I am never getting on another roller coaster ever again,” he says. “Especially not with you.”

“Was that your first time on a roller coaster?” I ask innocently.

“No, but it’s been a long time for me, too. Maybe it’s all the twists or the advances in technology orsomething, but whatever it was, that ride was a lot scarier than I thought it would be. I feel like my stomach got dislodged.”

I give Bryan my best sympathetic look. But I don’t dare say anything out loud, in case a joke or jab slips out. It’s hard notto gloat when Bryan was so obnoxious before.

“Okay, okay,” he says. “Let’s go get you your stuffed animal.”

“What? Oh, we don’t have to,” I reply, completely thrown off by the fact that he remembered.

“Nah, fair is fair.”

It doesn’t feel right to get a prize when the ride made him sick. I’m about to protest again when he winks and adds, “Don’t worry, Oppa will buy it for you.”

And that’s when I decide to pick the most expensive stuffed animal in the store.

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