OPEN: To Anyone!
He can smell peanut oil simmering somewhere nearby. A hint of powdered sugar, the acrid note of unsweetened cocoa, and yeast warming in fryers. The park, always a cheerful place, looks especially bright and happy today, and Faihan has found a nice spot on the grass in view of the rides.
He would like to try that ferris wheel out, but who goes on a ferris wheel alone? People who are confident enough to go on a ferris wheel alone and not worry about if people on the ground are noticing that they are alone in their car. That would be a cool person to be, but Faihan knows that he would notice it—someone riding solo—and so he can't help but believe that other people would notice it, too, if it was him in that car alone.
Still, his gaze keeps stealing to the ride, squinting against the sunlight flickering up its frame. He chews at the spout of his bottle of water and contemplates the merits of healthy confidence.