She ignored Blake’s chuckle and scooted closer to Olivia.
“I’ve mapped out the most efficient route for us.” Olivia snapped open a map of the park. “We’ll start at the farthest section and work our way clockwise back to the entrance. First, we’ll go to Fantasyland, then Treasure Cove and Adventure Isle. We’ll cut through the Gardens of Imagination and make our way to Pixar Toy Story Land and Tomorrowland on the other side.”
Luke grimaced. “You scare me.”
“I think it’s nice to have someone organized plan things for us,” Sammy said.
He and Olivia locked eyes. Olivia blushed and busied herself refolding the map.
Farrah and Courtney nudged each other at the same time. Olivia could deny it all she wanted, but the attraction between her and Sammy was mutual, and everyone knew it. They already had bets on when the two would get together.
Farrah gave them another week, tops.
As the group battled their way through the crowd toward Fantasyland, Nardo looked almost as displeased as Kris. “We could’ve gone somewhere more authentic for the Mid-Autumn Festival,” he grumbled. “This place is so Westernized.”
“It’s Disney. It is Western. And according to the Internet, it’s one of the best places to celebrate the festival.” Courtney leveled Nardo with a stern look. “That’ll be the last complaint for today. If anyone wants to be a Debbie Downer, do it on your own time.”
“The Internet is stupid,” Nardo mumbled.
Courtney narrowed her eyes. “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Olivia may have mapped out the best route, but sadly, her efficiency didn’t extend to the lines, which snaked in front of every ride and restroom like never-ending spokes of misery.
By lunchtime, Farrah’s feet were numb from standing.
“Thank god,” she said as they entered the restaurant Olivia had chosen for lunch. It resembled the set of one of those Chinese palace dramas Farrah’s mom loved watching. Each dining room featured a different theme. The one they ended up in had glowing fish suspended from the ceiling alongside traditional red paper lanterns. Farrah couldn’t figure out the theme. Under the East China Sea? Chinese Little Mermaid? The fish were a little tacky, but hey, this was Disney. They could do whatever the hell they wanted.
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Since it was a quick-service restaurant, Farrah volunteered to look after the bags while her friends ordered at the counter. It gave her more time to sit.
To Farrah’s chagrin, Blake also stayed behind.
“Well, well. You and me, alone again.” Dimples creased his cheeks. “What are the odds?”
“We literally came here together, Blake.”
He pouted. “Your indifference to my charms is starting to bruise my ego. Come on, throw a guy a bone.”
Farrah’s lips twitched. “Your ego could use some bruising, and your charms have no effect on me. Sorry.”
That wasn’t totally true, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Why? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Are you in love with someone else?”
Farrah hesitated.
Blake’s eyes widened. “You are.”
“I’m not!”
“Who is it? I won’t tell.”