“Unnie, what would happen if I push you off here?”

The question is met with a snort, but Tzuyu doesn’t smile, and Nayeon fears the seriousness of it for a second. She tilts her head to the side with a mischievous smile on her face, and answers, “if I would be lucky enough, I’d just break a couple of bones. If not, I’d die. Either way you’d go to prison.”

“Not at the absence of evidence,” the younger girl answers, laying back in her seat, and crossing a leg over the other. Her gaze doesn’t leave Nayeon, and the latter tries to occupy herself with the scenery, until she feels it penetrating her soul. Bearing down on her.

“You should be enjoying the view, Chewy.” She comments, not looking at the girl sitting across from her.

“I am.”

She can’t help the blush that tints her cheeks, and as if it weren’t enough, the Ferris wheel starts moving again, and she yelps. Tzuyu’s hand finds hers in blink, squeezing it lightly to calm down the older girl. She’s smirking, although Nayeon can’t see it, amused at the show of false bravado Nayeon has put on for the sake of her own enthusiasm for the ride.

The sun is setting, and the city lights flicker from below like fallen stars, and she’s in a Ferris wheel booth, holding Nayeon’s hand.