@weisscreme
Maintenance down at the pier was slower this time of year. Not that he did this more than part-time anyway, and mostly as a cover for just how he got the money he got. Regardless, that sometimes came with him having to cover for ride operators. His chin was on his hands as he pressed the green button, and then the red button - musing quietly about how he had often been told this job was just as difficult as his own.
The girl who approached - not unwillingly, but maybe sheepishly - the Ferris wheel - was recognizable.
An eyebrow quirked. Wasn’t she some sort of heiress? Rare to see here. Although students did frequent this spot, of course.
“Just one?” His voice was quiet, deep as he asked the question. He knew his daytime persona was quiet, withdrawn. He knew he was known for his grades in the engineering department, and he knew of this girl.
“Would you like your own? There’s not many people on today.”















