“Hello?” Callahan’s deep voice came through the receiver.
Leilani pursed her lips and asked softly, “Do you... have time right now?”
There was a pause on the other end, followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.
“I do. What’s wrong?”
“I was thinking...” Leilani paused, her voice growing quieter. “If you’re free today, I’d like to ask you to go to the amusement park.”
The line went quiet for two seconds.
Callahan seemed surprised by the sudden suggestion, a hint of unexpectedness in his tone. “Now?”
“Yeah,” Leilani whispered. “Do you... want to go with me?”
This was the first time Leilani had actively asked him out. It just so happened that he was free. When Leilani called him, he was in the middle of packing.
A low chuckle came from the other end of the line, Callahan’s voice deep and gentle. “Okay. Wait for me.”
...
Twenty minutes later, Callahan’s car pulled up at the entrance of the amusement park.
When he got out, he immediately spotted Leilani standing near the ticket booth. She was wearing a light blue dress today, her hair slightly curled and resting on her shoulders, making her skin look luminous. As the sunlight fell on her, she seemed to glow, looking both cool and radiant.
Callahan’s gaze shifted, and his pace unconsciously quickened.
Hearing footsteps, Leilani turned around. The moment she saw him, the corners of her lips lifted slightly. “You’re here.”
Callahan walked up to her, his gaze lingering on her face for a few seconds. Suddenly, he reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You look beautiful today.”
Leilani’s ears burned under his gaze. She awkwardly looked away, not daring to meet his eyes. “...Let’s go. If we wait, it’ll get crowded.”
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