Chuckles slipped out one after the other.
You found yourself clapping along to the beat as ice cream went soaring towards the duckling triplets.
The festivity surrounding you felt reminiscent to a time before.
It was as if you had never spent nearly a year hating the boy beside you.
Your face hurt from smiling, but you ignored the ache.
For too long, had you moped about and felt sorry for yourself.
The tune finished.
Ven fist pumped victoriously, casting a smile down at you and Queen Mickey.
The past was long forgotten, at least for the moment.