“Fearless” played over the speakers

Sheffield began humming the song to Gwyn.

“I'm not scared of cockroaches. Nothing can scare me. I'm not afraid of sleeping alone. I never lack courage. .

He held her little body with one arm and gently shook her hand with the other, letting her hand wave back and forth with the rhythm of the music.

Gwyn stared at Sheffield, who was acting like a kid himself, allowing him to swing her hand back and forth. She didn't resist. And why should she? She was having fun.

She couldn't quite put it in words, but she had thoughts to the effect of, 'This guy's so different. It's like he's a child himself, and I think he's enjoying this more than I am."

When the merry-go-round stopped, Sheffield hopped down first. He had

Gwyn clutch the pommel tightly, and then he unbuckled her and helped her down.

He put her down and then his phone rang.

Gwyn stood still and looked up at him while he was on the phone. After awhile, she reached out her hand and held one of his fingers.

With a smile on his face, he held her hand and told Tobias, "We'll talk about it when I get back. I'm busy now.”

Gwyn pulled his hand and started walking. It seemed she wanted to go somewhere. Sheffield bent down a bit to follow her.

He would follow her wherever she went.

The girl finally stopped at a fresh juice shop and stared at the pictures on the menu. She was too little to clearly see what was on top, so she stared at the ads for their products on the side.

That was when Sheffield took the hint; she was thirsty. He held up the little cutie from the floor, pointed at the pictures and asked, "You want some juice, right, Gwyn? They've got mango juice, pear juice, strawberry and apple juice, cherry juice, dragon fruit and banana juice. Which one sounds good?"

He had thought Gwyn couldn't answer his question. Or maybe she'd just point at the picture with her finger. To his surprise, Gwyn looked at him and said, "Cher..."

Her soft, gentle voice made Sheffield like her even more.

“Cher?"

“Do you want cherry juice?" Sheffield asked, pointing at the picture.

Gwyn nodded and pointed at the picture too.

"A cup of freshly squeezed cherry juice, please. Thanks!" Sheffield said to the shop assistant.

"Yes, sir. Total comes to $160, please. Our cherries are picked fresh in Chile. Each cup requires a good amount of fruit. It might be a few minutes before it's ready. Cash or phone, sir?”

“By phone." He didn‘t have much cash on him. He didn't like to carry much cash, anyway.

After paying, Sheffield moved off to the side, Gwyn's hand in his.

Just then, he heard a man's surprised tones.