Nina clung to West inside the dark corridors of the haunted house.
When a fake ghost jumped out, she buried her face against his chest instinctively.
Cross trailed behind and his expression darkened with each passing attraction.
Even during snacks, Nina shared fries with West first.
"Try this one," she suggested while holding one up.
Cross stared at the ketchup packet in his own hand.
The imbalance was glaring.
95% of her attention gravitated toward West while Cross seemed like a background prop.
Then they reached the carnival game stalls where brightly colored prizes hung overhead.
Nina's eyes locked onto a massive pink teddy bear.
"I want that one."
Cross straightened.
Finally... this was his moment.
"I'll get it," he said confidently.
He stepped up to the throwing game booth.
The rules were simple... hit enough high-value targets with weighted balls.
He rolled his shoulders and began.
First throw—miss.
Second—grazed.
Third—hit a low-value target.
