Finally, they reached the bottom. As soon as they touched the ground, Rachel pulled him over to the bench for parents. He leaned down and put his head between his knees, starting to breathe heavily. A few shocked mom’s, dad’s, and overpaid nannies scattered, staring in shock at the almost-grown man hyperventilating due to a ferris wheel ride.

An employee ran over and tapped Rachel on the shoulder, asking whether they needed to call 911. “No…I’m ok,” Chris muttered.

Finally, a few minutes later, his breathing slowed and he pulled his head up. His color had almost completely returned. “I think I’m ok now,” he said, trying to stand up.

“No, wait a sec. Just make sure you’re ok. Then we can go and get a cab and go back. We definitely can’t walk around anymore.”

Blushing bright red, he said,”I…uh…I don’t have money for a cab.”

Brushing his embarassment aside, she said,”Oh, that’s ok. I have money with me. We’ll use that. We can’t have you walking around like this.”