(Jasper's POV)
“Mr. Blake, I assure you our park meets all the requirements stated on your proposal. You won’t suffer a loss investing in us.” Mark Clarke, reiterates as I scan the place and see the little girl from the bakery.
She is alone on the train ride, and something about that pulls at my chest. I shouldn't care. She's just some random kid whose mother makes decent bread. But I find myself walking toward the fence anyway, drawn by something I can't name.
She waves at me when her car comes around, the same enthusiastic greeting she gave me that day. "Hi! Are you here for the rides too?"
"Just watching," I tell her, surprised by how easily the smile comes. "You look like you're having fun."
"I am! This is the best day ever!"
There's pure joy in her voice, the kind I haven't hear
