An abrupt jerk and a loud clunk alerted Antonio that something was wrong. The woman in the seat next to him was still screaming at first, but her scream died in her throat when she realized their predicament—they were both hanging upside down on the loop part of the ride. The woman was still breathing hard from her adrenaline rush and she slowly looked at Antonio with concern in her eyes. She had beautiful eyes—a rich brown so dark they were almost like black pools of oil.
“I’m Willa,” she said breathlessly, “I guess we are stuck up here for a bit.”
“Antonio, but you can call me Tony.” Then, “It’s great hanging out with you.” He facepalmed inwardly. Good God, what made him utter such a corny line?
Surprisingly, she giggled at the same time the ride jumped to a start again and zipped down the track.