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Whatever Shayton wanted to talk to her about wasn't going to happen with the racist kid interrupting. Something about him was off. Like magic off and she wanted nothing to do with it, especially not with her baby around. She grabbed his coloring sheet and stood up, adjusting Siwan onto her hip. He started crying and kicking his little feet. 

"No! Cayon!" he cried. She hated that they couldn't have their peace. What's supposed to be a good day for them was interrupted by assholes that couldn't leave them the hell alone. She snatched a purple crayon off the table for him, then they made their escape, heading for the Ferris Wheel. 

Seunghoon was just coming back with the popcorn and corn dog. She shook her head and ushered him back the war he came. It was 4pm now. Just an hour left before the sun would sink beyond the horizon. 

Her father looked at her questioning.[color=DE198A] "Bad vibes,"[/color] was all she said. 

He wouldn't understand, but he didn't need to. If she's leaving in a hurry, then that's all he needed to know something wasn't right. They got in line for the Ferris wheel. She gave Siwan the crayon. She didn't feel bad for stealing it. Inconsequential in the long scheme of things. 

The line wasn't too long. They waited 15 minutes, before they boarded. She pulled baby wipes out of the baby bag, wiping Siwan's hands, then her own. She fed him popcorn, watching his little face turn funny from the crunch. She gave him another all while looking at the amazing view of the ocean and the mainland. She pulled her phone out and took a picture, then a selfie with her father and son. All of them smiling. Though she had to poke Siwan's cheek to get him to give her something then the 1,000 yard stare into the camera.